For the Ladies out there Who Do Lunch. (Not for the prying eyes of husbands who pay for it)
I stopped the cab for a very well presented Lady today in a street just off Belgrave Square. She was going to lunch at a newly opened restaurant near Saville Row, but first asked if I would mind if she did a little shopping with two friends. The three spent about ten minutes in a French Perfumery establishment then another similar amount of time in a nearby bespoke hat shop with me watching the world go past and the meter gleefully clicking over. After that twenty minutes of exhausting labour and with a couple of light weight shopping bags the three climbed in and off we went.
Shopping is such a tiring thing. Is that what you all tell your husband when he gets home?