(Rancho Bernardo Inn, San Diego)

I’m sometimes a travel writer, which is lovely. You get paid to go to luxurious places and treated fantastically.

Sometimes you feel like you have two completely different lives, though, because travel writing pays very little. When you come home from your top-notch spa-resort holiday and realise you don’t have enough money to get your broken shoes fixed, it feels a bit confusing.

It’s a nice problem to have, of course.

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