And the only logical conclusion I could come to is – a new baby.
God no, not a child!
The J Crew Downing tote – monogrammed with my new initials of course!
Because why would I want to carry any other logo but my own?
I tucked the only two cards a Londoner needs into the interior wristlet – and headed off for dinner!
Destination Hawksmoor Knightsbridge to meet my fine lady friend for some goss, red wine..
And to eat like dudes!
350 g’s of 55-day-aged rump steak, cooked medium rare, and drizzled with Stilton hollandaise? Don’t worry, I got this!
We were so boss, in fact, we even manned up for dessert.
That peanut butter shortbread with salted caramel ice cream never saw what hit it…
Two London girls with callous appetites!