Growing up
My most glamorous dump was when I was standing in a penthouse hotel room overlooking Trafalgar Square. It was also the most grown up. I stood looking over Trafalgar Square with all the twinkling lights on the vast Christmas tree, with a glass of vintage champagne in my hand and in my very best designer gear and I asked myself one question. Do I want to get into a relationship with a man who is willing to cheat on and then leave his girlfriend of two years for me and to introduce me to his children by his former wife when he knows so little about me? At one of the most romantic moments of my life, still looking at the National Gallery in front of me, I put down my glass of champagne and gave the answer to my question to the man stood behind me. ‘No. I can’t do this.’ And with that I grew up… I think!
