Not On My Watch

Gosh, I've always had a fantasy about travelling by steamer with a luxurious trunk full of the very prettiest dresses that gets carried by eager porters with overly oiled hair. But then I realise that I don't live in the thirties. How vexing!

As to your watch, the Chanel one makes me feel thoroughly light headed. It is just heaven, isn't it? And it would look beyond perfect on your tiny little orange, oops, sorry, tanned wrist. Mortgage? Schmortgage! Give the Head the slip and get one for yourself. You deserve it. Because really, the Toywatch one doesn't hold a light to it. Does it?

Although rationally, maybe that isn't a good enough reason to invite penury upon yourself...