Jackie Danicki

Last night, Adriana and I had a real girly night in (but we kindly allowed Perry de Havilland to make us dinner - smoked mackerel salads). In fact, if we’d done more talking about cute guys and less talking about the network effect, added a bit of nail polish, and eaten even an ounce of chocolate, it would have been a proper slumber party.

Alas, we stayed up way too late, and I had to be up very early to do responsible adult stuff. Note to self: If you will insist on having eight different handbags in current circulation, you will have the hassle of mining each of them for expense receipts. Ugh.

And now Tim Evans and his wife are bringing their baby daughter Petica (nicknamed Pippa) round for dinner. I’ve made bastardised Indian food. Six month old babies can eat chilli powder, right?

TFIF.

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