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 Yesterday I dropped of the kids earlier for a shoot in Knightsbridge with a team I worked with at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago. The place was located in a two floored penthouse with a balcony all the away around, having a view over the whole city and Harrods just across the road. The designer was a friend of the man owning the apartament whom wasn't going to be home until later. Meanwhile getting started we got a housetour from one of the 5(!) servants that were there working for him, having dramatic opera music playing in every room. All of us in the team were super excited, trying to keep it cool but really just wanting to run around pretending we where the ones living there. The clock had turned almost 10.30pm after we were finished with the shooting + getting tipsy on served champange, when we were invited to join the dinner which was being held with some other guests. A huge buffé and massive cakes for only 10 peeps, on a Tuesday you guys.. All of us just looked at eachother and couldn't (stop laughing) a little beacause of this surreal situation. I got seated between two 60+ showing me pictures of their houses in Cannes. One of them telling me that the friend owned two. One that he had been in for 15 minutes, and one he never had put his feet in. The night ended by the piano with everyone singing Eurythmics before the cabs took everybody safely home at 3am.

And next morning while changing nappies I get texts saying "I look foward to our trip to France".
So I guess it really did happen.