Other people's dreams are boring so I won't go into detail but last night I dreamt of Napoleon. This is weird. I haven't read about him recently. I know very little about him. OK, so my mum (an antique dealer and dress designer) once had a pair of Josephine's slippers but this was many many many years ago. So what the hell is he doing turning up in my dreams?

That aside, I've been having a fun time. I had my first fitting for this dress last night and ended up blathering until the early hours with the designer. It was ace fun.

Am looking forward to owning a tailored dress. It'll be my first. Although I have fears that it means I may be turning into a grown up. I hope not.