No such thing as a free breakfast

I have a friend who belongs to some kind of Ladies club which is constantly on the look-out for good causes to support. This morning the club was hosting a charity breakfast at a nearby hotel, and my friend asked me to go along.

The buffet breakfast was quite good, but a seven-course feast at the Savoy would have been no compensation for the talk we had to endure as we sat digesting our scrambled eggs.

The charity we were supporting was dedicated to assisting women who'd essentially married wealthy psychopaths, and preferred not to mix with the lower classes at the local police station or refuge for abused women. The founder of this charity was a three times-divorced former model who made repeated references to the 'diamonds' and 'sports cars' she'd possessed which made it inappropriate for her to seek assistance at such a shelter.

It appeared that we were there to raise funds for women in similar predicaments to get the therapy, financial guidance and expensive divorce lawyers needed for them to escape their marital hell with the substantial settlement they deserved.

While I do abhor all forms of domestic abuse, I've worked my entire bloody life so far and therefore could not muster up a huge amount of sympathy for wealthy socialites that married someone they could see was a dick, failing to consider the possibility of remaining single for a while as a viable option to sustaining black eyes & cigarette burns in a luxury Dubai holiday apartment.

Signed copies of her book were the raffle prizes. I didn't win one, disappointingly.