I went into Oasis. I was drawn in. I’m not normally big on shopping but I thought I might find something shruglike to wear with my summer-coping dress. I didn’t. But I did find a beeeyoootiful bright red embroidered dress at £35 reduced from £65. It’s kind of corseted, boned and ‘50s, with a sweetheart neckline, long straight backslit skirt and spaghetti straps, and it’s proper vavavoom curvalicious film starlet-stylee. I could probably wear it without a bra cos of the boning, and the colour is lush on me. I tried it on, agonised so hard I felt all twisted in my tummy, and decided not to buy it cos I couldn’t think of an occasion in which I’d wear it.

Then tripped along to Intermezzo for a coffee… where my brother’s girlfriend Janine, upon hearing of the dress, reminded me I have two weddings to go to this summer, confiscated my sensible veg and cheap toiletries shopping to behind the bar, and enlisted the rest of the bar staff to chant at me to go back and buy the damn thing until I did. Damn her.

It’s gorgeous though. I keep looking at it. And now I’m gonna have to buy shoes and accessories to go with it. Curses.

On the plus side, I have taken lunch in every day this week. Which doesn’t really make up for it.