Recent sojourn to the US afforded the opportunity to collect one more:



ooOOooo, aren't a happy little camper...

By my body clock it is about half five in the morning. My lipstick holding up well despite two on-board meals. Unable to freshen said macillage as stupidly forgot to pack it in my suitcase and so had to hand it in to security at the airport. While part of me revels in the idea that scarlet lipstick is a prohibited substance, I'm less than chuffed at having to give up a £14 Dior lipgloss...but at least the Rimmel 'Eternity' was pretty much exhausted. Judicious use of 'bobby pins' meant the hat didn't budge despite napping on the flight...now that's the mark of a true diva...




Hatton Cross has marvellous free porters, of which I was very grateful. Nice Polish chap lugged my green alien pod of a suitcase for me. Anyone bitching at the numbers of Polish immigrant workers should be made to carry their own luggage. Course, no such luck further down the line getting out again to pick up train connection...