There seems to be a theme to our chats with Vogue Williams. Last time, she was dry-heaving with pregnancy nausea, and today, among the tinkling teacups at Claridge’s hotel, she’s queasy again. Don’t leap to any conclusions though. “I ate an oyster up in the mountains when we went skiing and I’m still sick from it,” she groans.
“So stupid! It couldn’t be further from the sea. I’m much better than I was, but I just can’t eat. And I really want toast,” she adds, eyeing the breakfast spread.
She may not be eating for two – or even one – but babies and family are very much on Vogue’s mind. We’re chatting to the model and presenter, 37, about her secrets for staying both glamorous and on top of things while looking after her three young children – Theodore, four, Gigi, two, and baby Otto, 11 months. Alas, the star reckons she often falls short on both counts – and she only has herself to blame.
