So. The entire office is on tenterhooks re the unveiling of my summer wardrobe. I've done jolly well with the transitional into-spring stage – I cleverly redefined my silhouette a month ago with a range of drainpipe jeans – but I can now exclusively reveal that I will not, repeat NOT be touching the whole flouncy Boho thing this season (it's unutterably common,) and am opting instead for city shorts, which I will team with light woollen knits and wedges. Am also toying with a daytime frock motif. I'll keep you posted.
But while I'm here, can I also say: excuse me? Dr really, Who cares? When the entire media world isn't fixating on my evolving aesthetic, it's all…blah blah blah blah, blah… first new episode in 178 years… blah blah…. Woooo hoooo, woo hoo hoooooo…quick! Hide behind the sofa!….Blah blah blah blah…. Billie Piper actually really rather good… blah blah…. Davros…. blah….small on the outside, big on the inside…blaaaaaaah… What. Ever.
