I couldn't wait or help myself. I had ambled around Terminal 5 for two hours & there were no sandwiches left in Boots. My stomach rumbled and I wandered through Harrods, to the Chanel (Adele, PLEASE talk me out of these sunglasses), tried some perfume and successfully walked past Mullberry. Even if I wasn't saving up for my bestholidayever.com/official I had no business or means for these people.
Until I saw it.
One minute I was high commander and ruler in charge of my visa debit, next I was handing it over in exchange for a box. Romance, enchantment and status - thy colour is turquoise and my face is flushed.
I clutched at my neck the whole way home to check it was still there (Yes it was real, I HAD done it!) Stroking it soothed my nerves like a baby sucking its thumb.
A parcel greeted me when I arrived home, confirming I had done the the right thing. I bought the necklace. The Tiffany's necklace :)
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