A few thoughts about the B word and I don’t mean Brexit




At what age do birthdays stop being exciting? It was my birthday yesterday and I’m fifty fucking two and really not that thrilled about it. The phrase one year closer to dying came to mind, Don’t get me wrong, my daughters got me lovely presents and sweet cards but at my age the magic of birthdays seems to have disappeared.

I’ve been quite depressed this week which probably didn’t help much. So I decided to bunk off working and get myself out of the house. I work from home and normally spend my time chained to my laptop with only the cat for company. I can pass most days without talking to anyone until my youngest gets home from school which is not too good for my mental health. So I ran away and had a little jaunt to London. I ended up treating myself to lunch in Selfridges




I went to the Elan cafe on the fourth floor which is the most glorious pink place imaginable. The food wasn’t cheap and I did feel a little guilty but it was so lovely.






I also popped into the Wallace Collection which is just behind Oxford Street and has the most beautiful artwork in incredible settings

I did feel better for getting out of the house and I’m glad I went. Maybe all you need to do to feel better about yourself is to go somewhere beautiful and look at beautiful things!

Anyway here’s to my next jaunt (hopefully before my next birthday)

Speak to you soon 


Love Erica xxx





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