As we make our way across to parliament hill, I decide exactly what it is I'm going to do.
What I'm going to do, is this - enjoy myself.
I'm going to enjoy myself, just go with the flow and forget about the rest. Forget about Mark, about Damon, and forget about my accidental flirting with the cover star of a popular music magazine, and whether or not I should or shouldn't have done it.
We wander around together for a while, searching out the perfect spot until we finally find one beneath a giant, gnarled old oak tree which provides some shade, thus keeping the food and drink cool, and the transparent qualities of my dress to a visible minimum.
But I'm not going to think about that either, I'm going to force it from my mind.
Which is probably a good thing, given that I can't exactl
