I have dealt with people stepping over me as I trip on my new Jesus Lopez heels, tumbling into the gutter and spilling my piping hot coffee on my Hermes scarf. I have dealt with people glancing at me over the latest Marian Keyes novel as I hurl my guts out on the London Underground. That’s easy!
But when I am crouching to attend to my child, my general appearance in a state of disarray from lack of sleep ā€¦ or effort ā€¦ I falter when the woman, fresh from the SPA flashes a haughty look as she struts on down the road to her next appointment.
