Today I found myself speaking at the most BORING conference in the world. Ever. Finished my slot at 2.30pm and just couldn't face politely hanging around for coffee, so I disappeared back into the world, and discovered to my delight that I was of course of Berners Street, and therefore very near the Sanderson hotel. A quick time calculation later (next meeting at 4.30pm) I found myself in there with a coffee fantasising about being the kind of person who (a) has amazing clothes (b) gets her hair cut at Vidal Sasson every 6 weeks and (c) is perfectly poised, even when no-one's looking. Lovely. The Sanderson is good, very good. I intend to return for cocktails, asap.
Even I struggled to spin an americano out for two hours, so I also had time (well, technically, clearly I should have been doing something else but hey) to check out the new M&S on Oxford Street. Their refurbishment is now complete and slightly bizarrely they decided to celebrate their re-launch by posting a woman on stilts at the entrance (not cool) and providing free rickshaws to and from the store (more cool). However - they have done a good job. Whatever you think about M&S, you can't fault their bras or sandwiches. So I bought one of each, and got to my next meeting happy and rather pleased with myself for reclaiming my day.
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