Liberty. Oh, Instagrammable, beautiful, Tudor-esque store of dreams. All of Liberty’s departments are pretty wonderful, I love nothing more than a dawdle around the beauty hall, spraying hugely expensive scents all over myself. Or stroking exciting, frilly blouses that cost…
It’s time. The first few bars of “All I Want For Christmas” by Mariah Carey are playing on a loop in my head, the John Lewis advert has had me shedding a discreet tear into my mulled wine, and I have…
