I share a bed with a Pomeranian whose soft little snores are a salient comfort. My bed is piled silk pillowcases, a pink velvet headboard and a half-a-metre mattress, with soft blankets and throw pillows so dense, even royal blood would fail to feel the pressure of a deviously-placed pea. But it’s also make up smears and yellow smudges of St Tropez, lon…
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