Sometimes I don't think I'm serious enough. Let's be honest here. I honestly don't know if a serious thought has ever passed through my brain. Apart from, "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIIIIE!" before I had my operation. That was pretty serious, but even that was tinged with hysteria.

When I was younger, and I went through my miserable teenage girl stage, I suppose I had some quite serious thoughts then. About life and friendships and family and all the other big things that matter. But that was mostly hormonally-charged, so I can't say that even counts.

This year in our Creative Writing class, we're going to have to write poetry. Proper poetry. None of my usual, "Here's a witty little ditty that rhymes the whole way through!!" but proper poems.

What have I got to write poetry about? More to the point, what do I know about poetry? All I seem to care about these days, now that the miserable times are behind me, is shoes and cocktails and laughing at absolutely nothing and whipping through Jill Mansell books in a day.

Of course, there is this little beauty. A vision of glorious teal, this season's must-have bubble hem, beaded detail and dainty little puff sleeves - surprisingly not too much with the hem - to top it off... Perfect with thick black tights and a pair of patent heels, it's just asking to be slipped on and to help you knock the world dead.