How frequently are you asked questions?

Not very frequently at all. Maybe three times since I started blogging. I'm proud to have the sort of know-it-all reader who doesn't need to ask.


Will you promote my product on your blog?

I will, but only if it's something august such as Roman Ruins and you make it worth my while.

How much is your while worth?

Three thousand euros a day, plus expenses.

Will that be enough?

It will.

How do you fit blogging into your busy day?

I skimp on my Beauty Regime in order to blog. I used to dither in front of the array of shampoo bottles every morning, wondering whether to go for vivacious colour or uplifting volume. Choosing took a good 10 minutes. Now I just grab a random shampoo.

Have you been disappointed by your hair as a result?

No, my hair doesn't look any different. On non-blogging days I like to settle down with the laptop and a cup of tea, browsing nostalgically through old photos of myself and trying to determine whether it was a vivacious colour or an uplifting volume day.

It's been five days since you commented on my blog. Why is that?

The outsourced team of commentators is on strike, demanding more pay and shorter working hours.

Will you humour them?

No, we can't afford to. Meanwhile, I myself will comment on your blog, in verse.

This sort of stuff isn't getting us anywhere. Where is the lifestyle? Where are the recipes, the soft furnishings, the charming images of children at play?

We're living a Lifestyle-Free Life here for a week, as an experiment. We're eating from matching crockery, not making any vintage finds, upcycling nothing and generally shunning pastels. Our cake-stands are in storage. It's day three now, and we're hitting the wall. Pink Daughter has asked when she may have her Farrow & Ball paint-chart back. Please send cookies.

[You will find another small batch of FAQs here.]