I almost called off the wedding on Sunday. It was Easter and my husband to be ‘forgot’ to get me an Easter egg. Scandalous, just scandalous.

I finished off the project in Milan last week. Drank espresso, admired the Duomo and was ogled in a way that only Italian men can ogle.

Now I’m in Dusseldorf eating lots of Bratwurst. I actually understand some German as it’s similar to Dutch. I’m not sure how that’s going to help me when I’m sipping chardonnay, lounging around in the spa of my Melbourne mansion. I guess I can brag about it at parties….