The other night, I was minding my own business and exchanging life altering comments on Facebook with Monsieur Robot (I think the conversation started when he posted a picture of a poodle in a turtleneck on my wall) when suddenly it hit me: MY BOOK LAUNCH IS IN A MONTH AND A HALF AND I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.
I know I haven't really said much on here about the book apart from the occasional whining about being in a book prison, but I saw the final copy of the layout at the beginning of August which means it may be going to print around now. Which means I will soon be able to tell you all about it, but it also means the countdown to the launch has begun.
So it is time for me to take a long hard look at my wardrobe and scream in horror as I realise there is nothing in there that says "Look Mummy I wrote a book". Me thinks it is time to take a long hard look at Net A Porter and start compiling a wish list.
Traduction - Je viens de me rendre compte que je n'avais rien à mettre pour le lancement de mon livre, panique à bord!