I have a question to ask. How the heck does anybody manage to go into stand up tanning pods and endure six minutes of rays to perfect the lobster look? I attempted to take a six minute tan fix today for the very first time and completely freaked out. I literally am such a pussy (although I shall never, ever admit this when D accuses me of being so). It wasn’t until I was stood completely naked in the pod (no tan lines ladies…) with a pair of terribly unflattering goggles on my head that I decided I was too scared to step into the booth and be frazzled. I stood there, naked, for around three minutes deciding whether to face my fear or calmly get dressed and emerge red faced. I chose the second option and faced such a mickey taking that I wish I’d gone and scared myself to death after all. Walking out of the salon with a bright red face, minimum pride and a refund of £3 I decided this would not be an experience I would like to repeat. Make Believe fake tan…here I come.

I’m feeling in a calm mood tonight which is strange considering I felt less than alright a few small hours ago. Decided to watch Julie & Julia; one of my favourite films ever. It combines everything I adore from food to Paris to etiquette and love. Perfect when teamed with a large glass of red wine and mood lighting.