No need to adjust your dial: if these shots look familiar, there's a reason. This is just version of the same event that Jen just posted about.
I've had a very strange week so far, culminating with my husband, Mr. Dot, going out first thing this morning to get a haircut (£8), going to a cash machine and discovering that because someone had hacked into our savings account and stolen a large sum of money, they were shutting down both of our accounts, issuing new cards, and posting them, which wouldn't be received here in London until I had already flown next Wednesday, penniless, to the Dominican Republic. We were on the phone with an Indian call centre all day until finally I said to Mr. Dot, why don't you just take the tube to Oxford Street (where our nearest branch is) and try to appeal to a human being face to face?
He then called shortly after, to say he was walking to Soho instead, in this heat wave, because - get this - someone decided to commit suicide on the Piccadilly Line.
I really hope I haven't offended anyone from India, or anyone who knows someone who has committed suicide (one of my best friends from childhood did, by the way: it's not pretty, and I don't think I'll ever get over it). I'm just speaking my truth: this was my day. Actually, just part of my day. And while it was probably one of the most beautiful days England will ever see, I didn't leave the house, except, finally, to swim indoors at the gym. And it's still not resolved: we still can't get into our account, but we do have some cash to get us thru the weekend, and lovely friends who have offered us some of theirs if we need it. Their kindness blows us away.
Also, I'm not passing any judgement on this outerwear-as-underwear look, or on the width of these girl's thighs (I'll leave that debate for a time I'm feeling stronger), or even their young ages. Go to Jen's post ('things aren't what they seem') if you want a nice meaty discussion, cause I"m feeling pretty fragile today.
Which leads me to the only thing I really want to say: my friend Jen is such a star. She brought me this lovely polka dot bag from Sweden, with a beautiful comfortable orange strapless 'bra' because she remembered me saying I desperately needed a new one (and come to think of it, would not have been able to buy, as we don't use credit cards, just that one debit, which is currently frozen). When she presented me with these Delicatobolls, a Swedish delicacy, I thought if I started crying I'd never stop. I don't know if I"ll ever be able to eat them, they just represent to me all that is good, and generous, and kind, in the world.
Today, for Mr. Dot and for me, we've learned in the most profound way that.. well, check out this 'underwear as outerwear' look, because Bette says it best:
Tomorrow, cash in hand, we're leaving town to go to a branch of our gym and swim outside and just chill. I wish you all a lovely weekend, and please do come back sometime: I promise I won't always be this grumpy. I'm just having one of those days. And I just realised: he never did get that haircut!