I want to sashay out of the kitchen with a platter of freshly baked scones… in five-inch heels and a push-up bra. My lips will be scarlet, my pencil skirts a little snug, yet my bed linen crisply white and my homegrown blooms artfully arranged. Forget the dilemma that faced the females of the 60s – “will I be perfectly prim Jackie Kennedy or lusciously languorous Marilyn Monroe?” – I’m a thoroughly modern woman and I want to have it all! Of course the baking, eyelash fluttering, handwritten correspondence and cocktail drinking has to fit around my day job (Entertainment Editor for GLAMOUR magazine), and my purse (mini breaks before thread counts), oh and my attention span (knitting = no way). But as I already spend every day deciding whether to channel Betty or Joan, sharing recipes and shoe envy with my pals and have written an etiquette guide called L Is For Lady and a self-help tome, How To Be A Sex Goddess, I figure I’ve got this domestic seductress thing in the bag (almost!).