Glorious — but a bold choice for bed

Look, folks — choices were made.

I thought this would be kind of similar in projection to the lighter Glasshouse numbers, so I thought I’d spritz myself ooohhhhh-so-lightly before I hit the sack as a slightly cheeky olfactory dessert snack (the scent, not me, eyyyyyyy 😏).

Dear Reader — I was wrong. This was not the mischievous cookie I intended to smuggle into bed. No, this was a full honeycomb-and-spice gateau I smothered on myself seconds before it kicked down the door ahead of me & announced my full name & titles to the room — which would be delightful on a less exhausted evening. But it is, alas, a very exhausted evening and my nose is crying.