Dahling, be a dear will you, pop down to Harrods for me and pick me up a Leaf Pochette from the Lanvin counter? I have nowhere to put my carrots, it’s terribly unbecomely for a ladybun to have to expose them to civilians.
Oh, and do tell dear Mohammed I will let it be his treat as ‘punishment’ for not calling me for two whole weeks…
And not the Leaf Tote, mind! It does nothing to accentuate my big bottae. Leaf Pochette, I thank Mo very much.
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