![‘Reforming’ is a very London state of mind. It’s easy, too. I must do it ten to 15 times a year: swanning around in Sweaty Betty yoga pants, sipping that putrid Vita Coco water stuff that tastes like badger phlegm, deleting numbers from my phone with names like ‘All-night Alain’, and bribing the cleaner to tell Caitlin Moran that I’m unavailable for socialising as, sadly, I’m dead.
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‘Will madam be wanting anything else?’ the waiter asked. ‘Love,’ I wanted to tell him. ‘It’s 3pm on a weekday and I’m a slightly drunk woman with a half-unravelled beehive, eating trifle alone.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6qi3zagj21qbtfr1o1_500.gif)
‘Reforming’ is a very London state of mind. It’s easy, too. I must do it ten to 15 times a year: swanning around in Sweaty Betty yoga pants, sipping that putrid Vita Coco water stuff that tastes like badger phlegm, deleting numbers from my phone with names like ‘All-night Alain’, and bribing the cleaner to tell Caitlin Moran that I’m unavailable for socialising as, sadly, I’m dead.
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‘Will madam be wanting anything else?’ the waiter asked. ‘Love,’ I wanted to tell him. ‘It’s 3pm on a weekday and I’m a slightly drunk woman with a half-unravelled beehive, eating trifle alone.
