An offer from Mr.G that ensures I stay in the lifestyle fast lane
On my way in this morning I say hello to reception (a.k.a the all powerful watchful eye) and instead of their usual Buongiorno response they asked for my name...
Realise immediately I am having a bad-look day. When reception doles out the visitor treatment it usually means that a) you look so rough as to be rendered unrecognizable or even b) you look so rough reception would rather I stayed at home and not wandered through their space scaring the immaculate guests.
Spend the day sending desperate emails to courier firms hunting for missing dresses, fielding calls from celebrity agents and scouring on-line shopping sites with twelve-hour delivery times.
Our office has also kindly decided (thank-you DG for helping me live my life in the right and chic way!!) that in order to keep our strength up for the next few weeks we have been signed up for a service that delivers calorie controlled meals to the office twice a day.!!!
Feel a sign of relief. I'm really not sure what I could do with my guardian angels here.
Only private chefs need apply at email@example.com