The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic

Well, you must realize you’re a bit of a one-off.” She gives me a confidential smile. “You know, when your CV came through yesterday, I actually whooped! I mean, the coincidence!”

Thank God they didn't print special 'Sale' bags

I’m plunged to the lowest ebb of my life.

At the back of my mind, like a nasty little gremlin, is the knowledge that I won’t be able to stay here forever.

staring at my old bedroom ceiling, I feel safe. Cocooned from the world; wrapped up in cotton wool. No one can get me here.

You just think I’m a joke. A nothing.

“You don’t fancy him, do you?”

“Of course not,” I say, and roll my eyes.

My life’s a complete disaster.

rare breeds, an all-rounder.

gone on a spending spree