What a contrast, from a day of insanity at Aggie b as the countdown is on for Saturday’s big opening of the newly refitted store (and we’ve been working like maniacs) to La Boheme at the Royal Opera House.
There’s something not quite right. An ominous tickle in the back of my throat, a congested head, a bit achy and a general feeling of lethargy. I think I might be coming down with something and that is definitely not on my list of things to do this week!
Of course it didn’t help that I spent several hours up a ladder yesterday on Marylebone High Street getting progressively colder and then several more hours organising stock in the cold, damp basement. It was a bath and an early night last night. What a glamourous life I lead!
It’s massively inconvenient though as I have a ticket to the opera this evening and after another busy day at Aggie B, I hope I’m feeling up to going. It’s La Boheme at the Royal Opera House. It’s completely sold out and I managed to get one ticket up in the nosebleeds. The stage will be practically invisible but still, it’s a ticket.
I’m dosing myself with Vitamin C and just about anything else I can find this morning before heading out.
I’m not going down without a fight!
So here we go. Part Deux with Blue Corduroy jacket but first things first, a new pseudonym. I think it’s going to have to be Letad. My sister will forever call Letad, Letad and it’s actually because of her that this has happened, so the name has stuck and we like it.
And so to the details. The second date or what I’m calling Part Deux went spectacularly well. Perhaps even better than Part One and that lasted for seven hours! We met at Pearl, a lovely restaurant in Holborn (www.pearl-restaurant.com). We ate some interesting food, langoustine (always a favourite) and a good amount of cheese. We talked about pretty much everything, we laughed a lot (although I’m working on the puns) and it was a lovely afternoon even with a surprise hail storm.
I’m feeling quite excited about this and at the risk of being overly optimistic, I think this is something special. Yes, very out of character for me to admit that, let alone post it on the internet so there you go. I’m throwing caution to the wind and am following my heart.
The afternoon ended with a prolonged farewell at King’s Cross. Hard to say goodbye and yet, I feel strangely comfortable about where things are going. Too much too soon? I hope not.
It’s three months today since I arrived back in the UK.
I’m officially halfway through what I’m calling Phase One Relocation where I decided to give myself six months to see how I felt. Well, despite six weeks of rain, so far I’m blissfully happy and I suspect I’ll be returning to Los Angeles in August to see close friends, give up my little Venice garden apartment and ship my stuff.
Then again, it’s only May and nothing’s definite, so who knows what could happen next?
Speaking of what could happen next, today I’m meeting the guy from Nice for lunch. It’s part deux of our first date which was so inconveniently interrupted when he went off to meet someone else! The circumstances aren’t ideal as he has to come back to London unexpectedly for a funeral but there’s always a positive and so we’re able to meet for lunch.
In some respects I think the second date is actually more important than the first. We hit it off, everything was brilliant and we’ve spent the last ten days exchanging flirty emails. Lots of fun but now it’s time for a second look. Hopefully we both like what we see and we can pick up where we left off…
It’s actually stopped raining and oh, the bliss, sitting outside on the balcony, drinking coffee, listening to a little Mozart (from his opera Zaide) and reading in the sunshine.
There’s a little background traffic noise, the sound of a distant train, birds singing in the tree tops surrounding me and soon the nearby church bells will start to ring. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky and it’s absolutely gorgeous!
It was Friday evening. I had spent a glamourous day packing boxes at Aggie B for the move back to the proper shop as the renovation was finally complete and we could leave the temporary pop-up shop. More to that exciting story to follow after this weekend I’m sure.
I headed back to Gordon’s to meet up with my cousin and her friends and there we were joined by my other cousin. I think the collective noun is a clan of cousins but I might be just making that up! All was good and I suspect we may have even enjoyed each other’s company.
Late last night I had a phone call from a magazine in the States. A journalist wondering if she could ask me some questions about Jess, my beloved Australian Cattle Dog who died in March last year. Known to many as the Pig, Jess was a big part of my life for a long time and holding her in my arms when she died was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
How surreal but also how fantastic that Jess lives on. Our vet is being featured in the magazine and as Jess was one of his miracle cases, he had referred the journalist to me.
It brought back happy memories of fifteen years with the happiest animal I’ve ever known, the dog who could smile. Jess taught me a great deal about optimism and living life.