“Mine’s ‘raise’,” Soph says to me one morning. “OK, that’s better than ‘adieu’, I guess, which I just got from googling ‘best first word in Wordle’,” I reply.
“Hen, what about getting on to Property Week and asking them to launch a Wordle competition where readers have to use ‘yield’ as their first word for 10 days to see who gets the 10 words the quickest?”
“You’re wasted in PR,” I reply. “OK, I’ll email them.” Which is a relief after a month of being vegan for Veganuary and writing logistics press releases.
My new BF, who I met on Tinder in December, and I have been having our own Wordle competition. He’s winning, which suggests I need to wave adieu to ‘adieu’.
As loved up as I am, I’m not inviting him to Cannes in March. Soph and I can’t have an interloper to our annual pilgrimage to Mipim. We‘re heading out a day earlier than normal on the Sunday, as Monday flights are already priced in the stratosphere. Lunch on Monday will be at Pastis, the restaurant that gave rise to our company name.
The following day we will be catching up with a client, Rick, whom we both thought of last month when we solved a Wordle that we first thought was ‘brick’, then ‘trick’, before realising it had to be ‘prick’.
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