Now, where did I leave you? Oh yes I remember I was in a salvaged outfit and off to meet the man of my dreams. So, the getting out of the house bit went very well, I then strolled up the street to meet him. I say ‘strolled’ I think ‘delicately plodded’ is probably a better description. I’d forgotten that my housemate has slightly larger feet than me and by the time I realised these shoes weren’t working I was already late.

Off I went, I could see him just a little way away. My heart was beating hard, my palms were feeling a little sweaty, and my breath was getting caught in my throat, then…floor. By floor I mean that’s where I now was. With one misplaced step in an ill-fitting shoe, my right ankle gave way and, to make it even less dignified, my handbag landed on top of my head. I’m a very classy girl. He came running which helped ease my throbbing head a little. We then limped into the club. After this severe wardrobe malfunction, everything went swimmingly. He is rather lovely and there may have been a little brushing of arm and later there may have been a kiss or two, but a lady never tells.

We have our next date tomorrow. And it’s my choice of destination and you know what that means it’s got to be chiconomic. I need the perfect blend of gorgeous setting, and little chance of money being spent. I’ll have a think.

In other areas of my life, things are a little tight budget wise but I’m starting to get used to it. Well, sort of, Kate helped me quit the gym – not the easiest of tasks. And she has been urging me to work out with her. Rebecca came with us to stare with horror as we star jumped around the park rather than my usual downward dog or lotus. I felt so stupid that it was actually really quite liberating. I can’t run, but I attempted to jog, and there we were running about like a couple of kids in Sweaty Betty sportswear, (well if I’m going to look stupid I may as well still be dressed fashionably). So that’s saved a huge amount of money, and the next hit is going to be curbing my shopping addiction. I have cut back, but going to have to do it even more. I’m apparently being taken sample sale shopping by Zoe, got to be honest, not sure about this I don’t really care for crowds. But 70% off Alexander McQueen sounds too good to miss.

As for my date, I have decided that the way forward is cute and quirky. I am thinking perhaps a picnic; I quite like the idea of being a domestic goddess, oh yes this is going to be fun…