Episode 15 - Swans on the Amalfi Coast

Episode 17 - The Brief

I received an email on a Tuesday. I was eating toast. The email was from huxi. It thanked me for my continued support of the brand. It used the phrase "continued support" in a way that suggested they had looked at my order history and drawn some conclusions. I was not embarrassed. I have moved past embarrassment. This took eight months and seven products and one particularly clarifying Wednesday in Amalfi that I do not discuss.

Episode 16 - One Hot Bunny

I want to preface this by saying that I did not plan any of it. I came back from Amalfi on a Sunday evening, got a taxi from the airport, ate toast standing at the kitchen counter, and went to bed at nine o'clock feeling like a person who had just lived an entire other life in seven days and needed some time to let it settle.

Episode 15 - Swans on the Amalfi Coast

I bought Leda The Swan the week after the Sophia evening. I want to be honest about that timeline because I think it's relevant. I didn't agonise over it. I didn't spend three days telling myself I was being impulsive or that I should think about it carefully or any of the other things I might have told myself eighteen months ago. I just went to the huxi website on a Thursday morning with a coffee going cold beside me, found her immediately because I'd looked at the page approximately six times already without admitting to myself why, and clicked buy.

Episode 14 - Amalfi

I went on holiday alone. This was deliberate. Seven nights on the Amalfi Coast, a small apartment with a terrace, seventeen unread books and absolutely no obligation to consult another human being about anything. I told Amy I was going off-grid. I meant it. I was going to read, swim, eat well, drink moderately, and return to London feeling like a person who has her life together.

Episode 13 - Amy debrief

I lasted four days. I want to be clear that I had every intention of keeping the Sophia evening entirely to myself for at least a fortnight. I had filed it away in the part of my brain marked personal, next to my PIN number and the specific humiliation of a work Christmas party in 2019 that we will never speak of.