In the end the only good thing that came out of her marriage was the opportunity to hyphenate her name and the claim to half her husband’s assets. After that she had to embellish her rather prosaic existence with outlandishly expensive trifles; a Jo Malone perfumed candle, a discounted Prada handbag, an occasional bottle of Veuve Clicquot. It was definitely a classic case of champagne taste on a beer budget. But then, in 2007, she hit the jackpot when she was offered a lucrative and glamorous decorating job with an Italian home furnishing chain. Her hitherto lacklustre vocation as an interior designer suddenly blossomed in to the kind of career she had always dreamed of and it was Club Class, four-star, all-fur-and-no-knickers style from that point forward.