the ambasciatori – but not now
City work means city pay. That’s a good thing.
This month I’ve been up to my eyeballs in facials and Decleor. Expensive shoes and tailored trousers. There’s satisfaction in spending cash that’s your own.
May 27 is special for me so I’ve been liaising with my jeweler and a personal shopper at Fendi. A cushion cut rock (something blue me thinks) or a bag-and-more. What to do?
I did the selfless thing (which, to be honest, I had always planned to do) and chose the Italian Riviera – because Tall Dark & Handsome has a thing for Italy and May 27 isn’t just about me.
Then Saturday came. And with it, a tax bill…..with four zeros on the end…..count ’em….four…..before the decimal.
The Riviera will have to wait.