Pink Perfect

It was too late. The last of the blossoms had fallen. The thing was - most of them had fallen on me.

This would never have happened in Dubai.

It should have been the crowning shot of my latest Blog ‘A pink-Perfect Day in London’. Target 25,000 likes.

 Me, photo ready and dazzling beneath a  giant flowering cherry  in Hyde Park, wearing faux pink fur and skyscraper white stilettos, biting cheekily on an oversized pink lollipop,  surrounded by pink and white beribboned store bags from my  ‘adventures’ in Bond Street….

…..Before being ambushed by the rain – ten trillion hissing demon-drops, wickedly assailing every last petal until, satisfied with their work, they departed. Leaving me sodden. My instant tanned legs were now  a caramel sundae garnished with blossom sprinkles, and the scary, hairy black caterpillar dangling over my right eye? A dislocated false eyelash.

My final Blog scene in a day of pink failure; I’d been politely escorted out of an upmarket Kensington Diner for filming raspberry pancakes, then shamed in Chanel and Louis Vuitton: surprisingly precious about ‘loaning’ me a few paper carrier bags.

Now in Hyde Park, a smugness of shapeless, showerproofed onlookers had gathered. All wanting to see a disintegrating Influencer.

Except for one, a little girl, holding out a bag of Percy Pigs.

‘Would you like a sweet, Miss? They’re pink.’

‘Pink!’

The seed of a chuckle started within my core and blossomed into a great surge of laughter, its  noisy waves washing over  the little  girl. She laughed. The crowd laughed. Laughter even tickled the last fragile petal of the great tree, until our merriment floated far across Hyde Park.

‘This would never have happened in Dubai.’ I yelled. ‘And that’s what I’m calling this Blog!’

Applause…….

Could still get those 25,000 likes.