With Trophy_Wife back from Ibiza, today threatened to turn nasty. Yet I've been feeling rather ill this week and as such returned for the afternoon to work from home providing light relief in terms of both health and workload/wedding chat/happiness. Of course, as would always have been the case, as soon as I emerged from the Circle Line I felt fine. Better still after a brief post-lunch nap. So now I'm facing quite the conundrum: both a private gallery view and an end of Fashion Week party are in the offing this evening. Each is likely to proffer women and free booze. Yet I'd hate to get caught with a glass of red in one hand and some floozy in the other by anyone from the office when I'm supposed to be ill.
