Mrs Quincy is a lady of a certain age. Even her closest friends are not sure what that age might be. Mrs Quincy herself appears to have forgotten.

Husbands, she's had lots, some of them her own, and, as she tells Bruce, her personal trainer, who arrives at seven and Jean-Claude, her hairdresser, who arrives at ten, she has never asked for much. A country estate is something she'd hate. No, the penthouse, the apartment in the place Vendôme and the darling little house in the Hamptons will do for her.

Her tastes are simple, always were, Gucci, Versace, any old car as long as it's the new Aston Martin V12 . Her admirers do change, often from week to week, but well, where men are concerned, darling, one has to keep up with the times...

Dear Mrs Quincy She won't mind if we recount her daily adventures. She has never been one to back into the limelight. . Carpe Diem is her motto. Oh my goodness ! Here she comes, seizing the day again
Mrs Quincy ! Behave !