POP FICTION

This is my third consecutive day being forced to look at photos of Kate in a gorgeous coat.

I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m depressed.

At this point, I’ve eaten so much chocolate that I think I need my stomach pumped.

But I feel like Kate sensed that in me? And she has shown me mercy by wearing this black coat while leaving Loulou’s in Mayfair last night.

You see. If the coat is black, and it’s dark outside, then I can’t really see it that well.

Therefore I can’t tell how gorgeous it is or how badly I want to own it.

Which means I can kind-of-sort-of turn a blind eye, move on with my life, and get back to consuming socially acceptable amounts of chocolate.

I can already tell. Kate will make such a gracious queen.