Blah blah blah, six figure salary, blah blah blah, Louis Roederer, blah blah blah, Ocado, blah blah blah, Friday night's frosted nipples, blah blah blah, Serene sound bath, blah blah blah, Spent Sunday curating the Smeg vegetable compartment, blah blah blah, Sloane Square, blah blah blah, She's called her show pony Phoebe Waller-Bridge, blah blah blah, I'm investing in ambergris for my pension, blah blah blah, venison vol-au-vents, blah blah blah, Aga burns on the Nanny, blah blah blah, Ironic Eyewear, blah blah blah, My spending is more out of control than a Liz Truss economy, blah blah blah, Slug Sperm Facial, blah blah blah, Greek Kalamata Prepubescent Extra Virgin Olive Oil, blah blah blah, My Calico named Chloe, blah blah blah, Questioning the provenance of my parent's Picasso, blah blah blah, I've just done a Joan Didionesque fart, blah blah blah, I spent December decolonising my underwear drawer, blah blah blah, My SIL's hairstyle is so jejune, blah blah blah, Nude Vegetables, blah blah blah, Fiery Feminist Finger Nails, blah blah blah, Bloomsbury Group mould formations in the Pantry, blah blah blah, Holy Church of the Mayfair Madonna, blah blah blah, We found Chavs in the Kitchen Garden next to the Rosemary, blah blah blah, Last time I had a snack was in the Seventies, blah blah blah, Will this dress go with my Ozempic?, blah blah blah, The Latest Dyson Empowered Vacuum Cleaner, blah blah blah, Surrogate Designer Vaginas, blah blah blah, I couldn't possibly go to Martinique, blah blah blah, I'd be prepared to throw myself off the Balcon du Guadalquivir for one of their teapots, blah blah blah, Is Cristal part of the meal deal?, blah blah blah, Someone puked on my Puce coloured Prada, blah blah blah, Did you hear that she's giving fellatio for Santa Maria Novella? blah blah blah Jeremy Paxman was in my wet dream last night, blah blah blah, Empanadas, blah blah blah, As Virginia Woolf said every woman needs a room of her own, (except the au pair and housekeeper as we've put them both in what used to be the garage), blah blah blah, I suppose I could go to Martinique before Bahrain, blah blah blah, He asked me to get on all fours so we could try the Sous vide, blah blah blah, my custom made William Morris Arts & Crafts Bra & Panty set, blah blah blah, the inside of her Birkin looks like a favela, blah blah blah, They really need to sort out this assisted dying bill so I can get on with my life...