26/02/2026
➡️Boston is a beautiful city, particularly this time of year. Snow piled on the sidewalks, the air dry and crisp, and Boston Common in an aureole of brilliant sunshine, with squirrels clambering away while traffic stampedes and heeds inanimate instruction.
➡️The only aspect of America that I find difficult is going into shops. You almost have to take a breath and brace yourself for the tsunami of overly-zealous shop assistants waiting to envelope you as you enter. “Welcome to Sephora, how can I assist you today?”
➡️“We’re just in from… Ireland.”
“Oh, my God, you’re Irish?”
I should have said Bolivia or somewhere. Why did I have to say that? Idiot.
➡️It’s like breaking up with a very anxious girlfriend, wanting to leave a shop in America. “It’s not you, I think your shop is fab, I just want to check out what the other shops are like too, if you don’t mind. I promise I’ll come back.”