There are days when I like being part of Team Novelicious, but there are other days when I blummin' love it and thank the book gods for my excellent fortune. Today was a latter sort of day and I am writing this blog post tipsy as a tipsy thing in a cafe in Soho, where the tea in front of me is cold, but I couldn't drink it anyway because I have just consumed my body weight in amazing food at the fabulous Ivy Club in London. I imagine they won't be signing me up as a member as I made the cardinal sin of taking a photo of the lift, which by the by smacked me in the face as it opens like a door. A see-thought lift that opens like a door? Just part of my journey.
So, the team got a fabulous invite from the folks over at Pan Macmillan, who look after our own Kirsty Greenwood and also publish the fabulous Joanna Rees, aka Jo Rees aka Josie Lloyd aka Mr. and Mrs. Rees of Come Together fame aka One of the Top Ten Cesca Crushes. Yes. An invite to The Ivy Club. We were in a room with a picture that I thought was butterfly wallpaper in a frame; it was cool. I was all like, "That would look great in my kitchen!" and then found out it was by Damien Hirst. Yes, I know – I do have amazing taste in kitchen art.