After several especially grey days and sleepless nights last week, I took myself off to Oxford for a time out.
I'd had a thought about doing some culture; maybe pop into the Jenny Saville exhibition at the Ashmolean or even take a peek at the shrunken heads in Pitt Rivers.
It unsurprising remained just a thought though and I ended up doing retail therapy instead.
I ended up with a new winter coat. It's from Zara. Although it really could be Celine. I am completely mesmerised by it and keep getting it out of the cupboard to stare at it.
I now know why it's called retail therapy...