we woke up in the small hours Literally on the Floor.
a tiny nail.
hidden in the tawny blond(e) carpet Punctured the aero bed upon which we sleep while awaiting our furniture to arrive from The East Coast.
and it’s not even our aero bed; it’s lovely greg’s.
The delights of bed, bath and beyond (sort of a grown up mothercare-slash-housewares-dept-of-debenhams for our British friends) await us today.
But no matter.
We can handle things as long as we don’t get into an Overwhelming Panic about everything that Might go wrong (overwhelm was a Large feature of our childhood personality – lots of brooding walks on the Cliffs and staring out into the English channel like a daphne du maurier heroine).
So we truly appreciate Tea and Textiles and a soothing conversation about Life and literature – with George.
Especially because George has a chandelier – and a View of the Hollywood Hills.
We have a delicious View too.
And in the absence of actual Furniture; a nice long counter for our Library books, the first utility bills nestled inside our new mail box yesterday, a thank you note or two to be Posted and lots of To Do Lists – including one for bed, bath and beyond that starts with “buy new aero bed”.
We are a Tiny bit Overwhelmed.
But it is Sunday.
And Sunday is quite the nicest day (and the name of that striking Ms. Kidman’s eldest, if we do recall).