Heels so high and sharp they’d stab

A hole right through your heart,

And yet they do not hold it back,

Those barbed and ugly words

All clothed in pink designer skirts

And blouses tied in bows around the neck,

Behind their backs they’d pull them tight

And pull until the air is gone

From lungs that put the puff in words

That blinded in their deep ferocity.

I am sorry to admit that I am a massive fan of Selling Sunset on Netflix. I am well aware that it is staged and that half of the dramas have been dreamt up by money hungry producers…..but it’s as addictive as cocaine. The brain just craves it despite the fact that you know the healthy thing to do is to turn it off.

The drama is just so juicy and it stems from the fact that nearly everyone in that office is a bitch. I have never seen a group of women being so nasty to each other – well maybe I have seen it once or twice.

As somebody who doesn’t even go down to the staffroom at lunchtime as I don’t want to get sucked into any gossip, this show just gives me the chance to live through these women vicariously. It is strangely scary how much I enjoy pretending I’m part of the frama that is going on in the TV.

And then there’s the fashion, always expensive and often ridiculous. Most of them can barely walk on the heels that they choose to wear, and yet they still hobble around on them. If you haven’t seen this show, get yourself a cup of tea, sit down and start watching it right now!

Much Love

Rachel xx