Hello Dears,Well, one can't visit London without popping into Claridges for a spot of tea or a Bellini. And so it was on Saturday at around midday, that I found myself seated in a pleasingly strategic spot in the corner of the grand reading room.
Certainly the medication I am currently prescribed to gave new meaning to the meaning of 'High Tea', but in no way did it interfere with my skills at scoping out the room for a suitably attired wealthy gentleman or Russian Oligarch. 
Keep an eye out - this is what the average 'Oligarch' often looks like
The service was impeccable, as one would expect, and for that we can only thank the growing numbers of new Eastern European EU states, for providing a plethora of fresh-faced young waiters happy for the privilege of being paid a pittance.
Unfortunately, the tea leaves in my Early Grey did not predict an encounter with a worthy and solvent future husband or aging celebrity, but I did make some new friends, such as John the charming lift attendant, and James, the also charming porter.
I should add that the most impressive feature of the lift was the three metre long chaise-lounge installed inside it, just in case your weary legs tire somewhere on the way up to you 3rd floor suite. And John was happy to let me in on a secret, which you won't find in any budget traveller blog or Guardian newspaper - for those on a more modest budget, the lift itself can be rented for a night, at a very affordable price. The only drawback of course is having to spend a night with John, but he seemed a lovely chap and only too happy to have a chat.
To round off a convivial afternoon, James suggested I make use of one of Claridges' chauffeured cars, for the short journey to my next appointment. On offer - a Porsche, and this gleaming red Ferrari. I find it always so difficult to choose between the two, but from my recent whirlwind trip through Germany I've discovered for myself that the Germans really do machines better.
Take care and until next,
Yours,
Dana Douche
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