Last weekend we went back to wartime.
Down under of Waterloo Station, there's a set of tunnels which on Saturday night, played host to a D-Day celebration. Not a pair of jeans, or mini skirt in sight; it was all victory curls, braces, flat caps and a lot of military uniforms.
We drank champagne from wide rimmed glasses, and danced to all the greats from the 1940s.
Some soldier even offered to sell me some nylons at the bar.
I now want to wear hats on a daily basis.