as soon as i put the phone down i regretted my decision not to go to paris. to me it seemed too easy - the clutch of euros on my pillow, the train tickets on the kitchen table, the hotel reservations...
of course though, i'd rather stay in London for the weekend with a pink polka-dot sack of dirty washing and a VIP pass to schooldisco in Hammersmith.
I slid the 'let's go' Paris guide under a still-wrapped TLS on the floor and decided to get on with my life.
token girl: like a girl, but better