What was supposed to happen this morning:
Wake up early. Head into town. Wait for H&M to open. Grab that silk pyjama shirt.
Leave happy. Feel smug.
What actually happened this morning:
Woke up at 8.45am; definitely not enough time to get into town. Opened my laptop, logged onto hm.com and stared at this screen for while.
Hit refresh impatiently a handful of times, before boredom and a desperation for tea won out.
Screw you Marni, screw you. I never liked you anyway.