I’m not saying my 20s were a disaster, but if I had a pound for every questionable decision I made between the ages of 21 and 28, I could probably pay off my mortgage… or at least my overdraft.

By Emma-Jane Taylor

I wake up on Egyptian cotton sheets, the good kind, not the "on sale at John Lewis" kind. The kind you can only justify buying once you realise you are the one paying the bills, breaking the glass ceilings, and living in your dream flat that smells permanently like Jo Malone. (Lime Basil & Mandarin, if you're nosy.)

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.