My life; the cliche

Sometimes I forget how much of a West London cliche my life is. Then the waft of balsamic vinegar on the mozzarella and rocket baguette I am preparing in an entirely non-ironic way for my daughter's school packed lunch reminds me.

Sometimes it feels a little like a parody. But hey it also comes with an evening at a party at a local private members' club so I'm not complaining.

Lesley x