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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