Firstly a huge apology for taking so long to get around to reporting back from Italy after all the kind kind comments I had with regards to the final outfits.  Not forgetting all the advice with regards to the previous outfits - you definitely learn something new every day and they were indeed food for thought.  So thanking

Clearly it's been such a trauma I couldn't just have one......  Actually I'm not being a massive drama queen (for once), I did reread the invite and it said "opportunity to change outfit" and frankly, with a licence to wear more clothes, it would be rude not to.  Plus, in the end, the outfit that I've selected for

The black ankle boot.  Seems rather ridiculous sat here typing this when a) the sun is beaming through the windows in our late arrived but more than welcome summer and b) I'm heading off to an even hotter Italy tomorrow morning.  Black winter boots really shouldn't be on the agenda.  However on my last minute, desperado calling, shopping

.......as this is something you don't hear me say very often at all.   I don't need any clothes.  Yup, you read that right.  I don't need any clothes.   I should probably preface that by saying "at this moment in time"  ie today.  Not tomorrow clearly.  And definitely not next week.  But for today, I am satisfied

Was I the only child on the planet who wasn't actually allowed to go to Spudulike? (and were we the only saddos to call it Spud-oo-lick-ay as well - god we thought we were funny. Not)  For no other reason than my mother thought it completely sacrilege to charge £2.50 for a baked potato and cheese that you