A "work" trip courtesy of the Rather-Large-Bank landed me back in Sydney for four days earlier this week -- one of the perks being accommodation at the Four Seasons .

"You know that's where Mr Big stays!" I said to Pixie, relating everything back to television as per usual.

"Oooh," she gushed.

"Look at the shampoo and conditioner!"

"And the soap and shower gel!"

"It's all L'Occitane!! And it's good sized L'Occitane!" We gushed in unison. "I'm gonna be stocking up!"

Pixie stayed with me to revel in the luxury of Egyption cotton sheets and fluffy bathrobes.

"Feel it! It's so soft!" she said, referring to the robe, the sheets and the pillows.

"Aaahhhmmm," I breathed in the softness.

Post-Four Seasons, we each have bottles of L'Occitane goodies for reflection. Fluffy robes and products of Provence provide an unrivalled high.