It’s raining in manhattan.
In a very misty persistently hair-ruining manner.
So we took refuge (post-therapy – where was it just our Exhaustion from the week or was Our Therapist playing the part of Robin Williams in that movie where Matt Damon is a brilliant mind in a working class situational hell? Oh. Right. That makes us Matt. Curious. Well – we Have been working out, darlings) at the Crosby Hotel with a furled copy of the Financial Times.
An hour later and we are Most pleased (a full english and no mistake, Marge – rib-sticking food, perfect for a day like today).
Then – from the vantage of our discreet table for one with a Lovely white tablecloth – we noticed a small and very compact man with a larger head than necessary and an Engaging grin (clearly took Movement classes at Drama School by that tripping-the-light-fantastic-run) Dash By and sweep up a tiny creature with a Very Famous Face (one of the Younger stars of today) and settle themselves into a Corner to talk intently.
Must be that ‘getting-to-know-you’ brunch (we note neither is actually eating though) before The Movie Begins.
Are you having a lovely saturday, darlings?