Handbag Hero

I've been gadding about in London these past few days. It was the exhibition opening at Daunt Books on Thursday. I had fun and games before hand; I met mum off the train and we caught a bus to my brother's flat so we could relax (I was feeling very nervous). It was not until we got off the bus did Mum realise that she had left her handbag behind. I've never moved so fast. I ran for a least four stops as the bus and bag disappeared deeper and deeper in to Hackney. How were we going to cancel the cards and get to the exhibition on time? And how was mum going to cope bagless and makeupless (Pretty Pru is dedicated to Mum)?

...run..breath..run..breath..run..arrhhh.

Then, out of the blue came a knight in shining armour, or on a shining motorbike; he had seen my Mum flapping on the street, over taken me, pulled up in front of the bus and retrieved the handbag. Hoorray! A hero!

So, that's one way to warm up for a party and kill a bit of nervous energy. It was a jolly good knees up in the end. There were new and old faces from all different parts of my life whizzing by in a great colourful whir; I think I was still a bit out of breath. I would like to do it again but  actually say hello to people rather than just whooping at them. Here's me in my best frock being rather upstaged by Alexis Deacon's halo (thanks Sarah McIntyre). Anyway, I've got very stiff legs today, I'm not sure if it's from the running or from wearing those daft shoes.