A friend emails to ask if there is any connection between my visit to Paris and the fact that €80 million of diamonds have gone missing from Harry Winston. What my friend doesn't know is that I am in fact staying next door to the boutique where the heist took place, as Biff and I are at the Plaza Athenée for a beauty launch (that's him in the special velvet dog chaise kindly provided by the hotel).
'Pas de tout,' I reply, though I was in fact walking Biff in front of the Harry Winston boutique the hour that the robbery took place.
'What a pity,' types my friend, 'that he won't be returning to rural France with a new diamond collar.'
Two years ago I hung up my high heels, put the Prada handbags into storage and left behind my fashionable West London life to renovate an old village house in rural France. Et voila. This blog is about what happened next....
He is good, sitting quietly on that chair. A great picture.