I didn’t mean to spill curry on my dress. It happened when I got home from the wedding at midnight, stumbled into the kitchen like some kind of wild beast and opened up the fridge to see my sister’s leftover chicken korma. I didn’t even realise that I’d spilled korma down the front of my pink silk dress until I got upstairs to my bedroom and tried to pull the dress over my head, thus smearing korma all over my face. I mean, it is little wonder that my sensible, grown-up lawyer friend Emma has just got married and I am single.