
wore suede loafers to the garden centre. inspected an olive tree like I owned the estate, then backed into the sprinkler. apparently the groundskeeper had notes.


wore suede loafers to the garden centre. inspected an olive tree like I owned the estate, then backed into the sprinkler. apparently the groundskeeper had notes.

croissant crumbs in the cashmere again. first class remains a hostile environment for knitwear.


the hotel has named a suite after a man who stayed here twice. I’ve sent laundry down more often. curious system.

my trainer said the last rep should feel expensive. finally, instructions I understand.

asked for my usual locker at the club. someone had put a visiting prince in it. lovely to see them fix a small administrative error so quickly.


Had the tender turn back for proper coffee. A yacht is no excuse to lower one’s standards.


Spent the afternoon in a secondhand bookshop in Mayfair. Bought a first edition and ignored three calls. Luxury is mostly deciding who can interrupt you.

The valet asked if I was celebrating something. No, darling. Some of us simply dress for lunch.

TJR. A pleasure, I’m sure. I prefer my tables upstairs, my watches understated, and my departures before anyone asks for a group photo. You’ll get used to me.