Pierre Hermé...you made my week!

As I trundled into London this morning...bleary-eyed and sipping my grande latte (not half fat....full fat for this tired gal) I thought...you know what...I am working 7 days this week I deserve a treat! And what better than a gorgeous little (not that little) bag of french macarons from the Pierre Hermé counter in Selfridge's food hall. Oh my god...these little discs of pure decadence are easily the best thing I have treated myself to in a good long while!