such a lovely day yesterday.
we went to visit Miss. Vickie Lester at her virtual bungalow on the Studio Lot and while who-we-are-in-RL helped with some digital-ness, we enjoyed the rain spattered plantings outside (yes! it RAINED here yesterday! we are all in s h o c k but the plants are juicy and fed again so that’s good).
then we decided on a detour (we adore a detour) to stop and have lunch.
now we’ve Often admired the Tam O’Shanter from the road as we drove past (is that the right word? perhaps ‘done-a-double-take’ is a better allusion – as it looks EXACTLY like a Scottish hostelry from the 1920s, which is what it is – but landed among alien people in Los Angeles).
by the time we took our detour yesterday it was most definitely an (early) lunchtime so we insisted (gently) on stopping for the first time and oh! it was delicious.
mostly because we asked for a “quiet table” (we always do this, being a tiny bit over-sensitive at the best of times) and the maitre’ d said:
would you like Mr. Walt Disney’s table?
without Any Prompting whatsoever!
that would be delicious.
we said, using our most Special British accent.
and we wrote and read the newspaper – probably much in the same way as Walt (can we call him Walt?) did.
more of a story about him here - – - – -
in other news:
very early copies have been arriving all over the USA *gasps* and (very kind) people are already responding to the Text (as they say in all the best Symposia in Oxford)
I had to creep out of bed after sipping this magic elixir of a book and when the last drop was swallowed and the thought was glowing in my mind… I thought I would respond to your request.
Exhalations 1) a book: “Prince” by Ib Michael (Danish)
“It begins in mist. Far up on the top of the world, where no one sees, the ice splits with a crack that rings out over white fjords. The sea shows blue between the floes; the night that has lasted half the year, with the sun lying low below the horizon, is over. The ice rim creaks and groans, fissure chases fissure as a mountain of glass—the size of the palace of fairy tale, with turrets and crenellations and windows long hidden by the snow—breaks off and puts out to sea in howling winds.
The long day has returned.”
(none yet, it seems in Europe – soon, we hope – we did get this from all the way over there near Lisbon, Portugal)
Good news – your pre-order is on its way
and delicious friends have been posting pictures as they arrive in their Place or sending most lovely bon mots via email and text.
your book came today!
j just texted me. he didn’t open it. can’t wait to go home and see it. xo
Very exciting delivery today!Your book!! Yay!!! Xx
well, well, well, this is EVEN more exciting than we thought.
and a tiny bit scary.
if we’re being Totally honest.
because (*pauses*) not Everyone, it seems, pre-ordered a copy.
even the people whom if They Had Written A Book we would have been the First To Have Bought It.
so we’re trying to focus on the GLORIOUS people who have done so and told us how much they enjoyed it.
(yes, we’re self-obsessed – but this was a very long process and it was painful at times and exhilarating and well, it’s our job to sell copies as per our Publishing Contract darlings – so we Are ;-)
but it’s a little bit painful realizing that not Everyone (how can this be?) shares our delight at being Published.
which is why we like to distract our good self with taking photographs and walking-around-with-a-notebook nodding and asking (very interesting) Questions – for example, at Mulligans yesterday.
do you recall that we found a clipping in a 1980s era copy of Architectural Digest while on our road trip last week?
to be helpful – here it is again:
at 3PM (or 1500 hours if you’re in Europe or just a europhile which sounds vaguely icky now we see it on the screen) we sat down with the New owner of Mulligans to write our column for next week’s Los Angeles I’m Yours: Where Shall We Meet.
nobody here, that’s for sure.
go and have some fun.