Poor little RICH GIRL
Someone from the luxury resort was on the phone to our room. They’d worked out we were up now because smoke was curling out of the chimney of our chalet across the courtyard. Midwinter in Queenstown, you need to light the fire as soon as you throw off the duck-feather duvet and slide out of the thousand thread-count sheets. “Chef would like to know what you would like for breakfast.”
This was many years ago, when I was booked to perform at Winter
