My husband and I are millionaires but – like so many – I have ‘money dysmorphia’… my poor upbringing means I’ll NEVER have enough
There was a passage in Cherie Blair’s memoir, published some 17 years ago, which I find particularly difficult to forget. No, I’m not talking about her gruesome oversharing of the details of Leo’s conception at Balmoral (my apologies… I’m sure there’s a helpline number for anyone still shuddering over that one), but of another particularly