'God', however, decided to ignore my polite request for this and spite me by gifting it to Sophie Dahl to flaunt on the television in a self-indulgent, post-Nigella-Lawson-esque, erotic, snooty, food fest...(I only saw one episode so it may have got better, and I am, admittedly, a little envious)
I have, however, decided to give 'god' a chance to make it up to me in the form of...this apartment:




Images: Douglas Friedman
Just been catching up on all your blog posts. I think I come from a different world lol. You would be horrified if you saw my house. Beige carpets and magnolia walls, courtesy of RAF housing. I have absolutely no fashion sense when it comes to clothes, homes or cooking. Boring old trout that I am. Your blog makes me feel frumpy lol. I so wish I had style.
ReplyDeleteAm going to cry into my Tesco bedding now lol xxx