the irony.

*wry_glance_to_camera*

from. the. couch.

(well-spotted – an archive picture indeed – not a leaf to be seen today).

soho.in the city that doesn’t sleep?

defd2aa25bad11e2ab6822000a1fb191_7we haven’t.

since monday night.

hours of strange half-sleep-half-awake-half-panic – yes.

but actual blissful SLEEP?

nope.

not since monday.

we hear we’re not alone (we were going to link to a newspaper article but why scare you).

safe to say that apparently the city of Boston has gone into a state of emergency because of the flu epidemic.

EPIDEMIC?

ok.

calm down.

calm down.

*exhausted_and_pathetic_look_to_camera*

this was our last day in NYC.

and we saw it through the windows (mostly*).

*we attempted to emerge swathed in a great many layers at 7.20AM this morning to see our favo(u)rite downtown chaps at a place we sometimes gather of a morning but 20 mins into the hugs and smiles and trying To Be Brave we started shaking (either emotion or flu or the sheer bloody low temperatures of the Eastern Seaboard – who knows).

so we walked (very slowly – again – the Irony – of the feet that have walked so many lands for Hours and Hours and we can barely make it round the corner).

having painted a truly pathetic (in the Dickensian sense of the word you understand, no self-judgement here, these days) picture, we’d like to tell you that we feel a Lot Better.

just staying safe and waiting for the boxes to arrive.

oh.

no.

we shan’t actually Do anything with the boxes.

Jonathan ordered them.

and so they’ll remain in some corner (we don’t have a great many of them, this being a NY pied a terre you see) until After we leave on a jet air plane to palm springs tomorrow morning.

just to be Entirely sure we get there in one piece, we booked a black town car with a driver.

we’ll be the one fast asleep in the back, wrapped up in a pashmina, a DKNY slim-fitting leather jacket (all coats have now been consigned to the lovely people at Housing Works) around our shoulders, clutching our Jackie O sunglasses for dear life.

we will miss new york.

and it’s been a terrible irony that we haven’t seen ANY of it this past week.

come to think of it, this has been the cheapest week we’ve ever spent in this city.

sips of tomato soup and medicated lozenges and lots of hot water with ginger root powder and fresh lemon.

a most abstemious existence.

which is (almost) funny because everyone we spoke to Last Week said they were going on a “Major Cleanse” (so scary) and had shelled out (british slang for you there) a Fortune for those orange boxes which come with various potions and cayenne pepper and what not.

they could have just come round here. we have several sorts of pepper and not a Cake in sight.

see you on the other side (of the country)!

9 thoughts on “the irony.

  1. Ruth Dobson-Torres says:

    So sorry to hear that you’ve been suffering from the flu! It’s running rampant here in NC, too. I’ve been lucky (knock on wood — maybe the flu shot I had back in Oct worked?) and tonight am stepping out with my handsome hubby to attend a ball (NC Governor’s Inaugural Ball)! As Gloria would say, “the most delicious part is that I’m wearing my mother’s gown — vintage Lillie Rubin, circa 1974ish.” What a thrill! Safe travels to CA and get well soon!

  2. Heather in Arles says:

    That a girl. And perhaps as they say here, something that translates to “life is always right”–maybe you were right where you needed to be to make this transition really happen. As it should. Sending the warmth and suppleness of a water pashmina to wrap around you for your flight. On and up you go,
    Bisous,
    H

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