The little green eyed monster within has been surfacing. I have been guilty of coveting thy neighbours’ fellow commuters’ ipod. The next gen are sassy and the mini ones sparkle like pretty sugared almond coloured gems. But, after some careful deliberation I think I prefer my classic one.
It appears that every Tom, Dick and Harry (or should that be Jack, Chloe and Joshua) is pounding the pavements with the trade mark white headphones and I think that being in possession of the vanilla version says I came to the party early. Or rather I have decided to start saving for a new bag instead!