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December the 16th is, in my opinion, one of the most auspicious days of the year; without it, my life would be immeasurably poorer. The reason it’s such a happy day is because it’s the birthday of three (three!) of my favourite people. I know it’s not the done thing to choose favourites but let’s face it, we all do, right? And the favouritest of them all, is the one beginning with F. Also, the word “favourite” is beginning to look as if I spelt it wrong so I’ll stop using it now. Also, it would be weird if the month of December went straight from the 15th to the 17th, don’t you think?

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Since I live an extremely glamorous life, I recently drove to Milan with my dear friend Steffi for a spot of shopping. And by Milan I mean 40 minutes out of Milan near the birthplace of that famed cheese, the voluptuous Gorgonzola. A side-effect of being so spoilt and fancy is my inability to suffer 4-star hotels of any sort (the plush carpeting, hushed hallways, jacuzzis and obsequious staff are just too much to bear – nothing at all to do with financial constraints you understand) so we stayed with Steffi’s amusing sister who, by virtue of being married to one and having three as children, is an honorary Italian.

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Three years ago, my best friend and I went from London to Paris to meet my mum and stepfather who were renting an apartment there for a few days. There was a cute little kitchen where we prepared simple dishes from things we picked up at the market -just like you’re supposed to in France – and on the table was a little book: Clotilde’s Edible Adventures in Paris. When I saw the picture on the cover, my interest was piqued and after I began reading, I devoured the entire thing – it was so charmingly written and useful, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to do even a hundredth of what was in there in the short time we had. I then promptly forgot about the holiday, and the book, as I prepared to move house for something like the 28th time.
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