It was the day after we had moved in and the sun was baking. We earned a fucking fortune which was justified given the stressful nature of our jobs. We were in our mid-twenties and already directors in the investment banking division of the same bank. There were several things about our lives that we loved.
Apart from the cinema room and sauna room, the best bit was the hot-tub in the garden. This was our weekend retreat and it was pretty impressive. Technically, it was still London but it was a thousand times more suburban than our apartment in Canary Wharf. My boyfriend and I had just moved into our new place in the country.
