Don’t take it personally

This morning I spent hours phoning shops, trying to get hold of people to meet next week. I must admit, this is the part of Unchained that I’d been absolutely dreading. Becoming a ‘cold caller’ hasn’t ever exactly been an ambition of mine. Be that as it may, I dug deep and hit the phone, armed with a wealth of chat and inane quips to charm the person on the other side.

But for some reason that I couldn’t fathom, all I kept getting was answerphones.

There were, it seemed, no human beings to take my call.

Until eventually I called Blue Poppy Couture in Notting Hill and Charlotte told me that they were mostly out at London Fashion Week. Damn blast those fashionistas. Everyone I need to talk to is drinking bubbly and sharing air-kisses in a big tent.