splendid kentish seafronts and british back gardens


we are feeling MOST restored by a mini break by the seaside!


and especially calmed by a morning in the Essex Street Pleasure Gardens over at William’s house – with a visit over the fence by Burt and Dottie – and a cheery wave from the clever landscape designer and his trusty mate from next door as they dropped by to pick up some fencing parts (for an actual fence – not a Duel at Dawn – it’s not that sort of a seaside Town, at least not for the past hundred years).


you didn’t even have to ask, love.

here we go…


this is the view from the top of the house in the Herne Bay Suite – and lovely it is too. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

here is the Essex Street Pleasure Gardens in all its springtime glory (note grecian blue shed – a lovely touch).


a walk to the shops; an armful of english newspapers and a pot of tea enlivened the spirit still further and calmed the nerves.

this is Dottie (on the left, not the daises, those are called Marguerite).


this is Burt (who appears to be wrinkling up his nose in some anticipation of his tea). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwhile this is William (reading the Guardian and being very intellectual and Thoughtful – mainly because there are few funny bits in the Guardian).


and this is a poster advertising the vintage delights of Herne Bay – it’s just down the Coast – not far at all – and a gorgeous drive in the bright Kentish sunshine – and so we did Just that shortish and most delightful drive after a (light) lunch. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAhere it is – Herne Bay itself!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwith a Cerulean blue sea. 


before we leave you (metaphorically) in Herne Bay…..we thought we might introduce you to one of its famous Lady Authors: Miss Evelyn Whitaker, who was born There in 1844.


pg30366.cover.mediumher work is Most Charming – and – due to the magic of the interweb – much of it has now been “digitized” and is available to read on a new-fangled device – thus allowing Miss Evelyn Whitaker – who remained anonymous much of her life, asking her publisher to keep her identity secret – to reach forward through time and sit with us while we enjoy her Tales of the past.

a little snippet?

Mr Clifford the vicar was accounted very lucky by the neighbouring clergy for having such a man, and not being exposed to all the vagaries of a young schoolmaster, or, perhaps, still worse, schoolmistress, with all the latest musical fancies of the training colleges. Neither had he to grapple with the tyranny of the leading bass nor the conceit and touchiness that seems inseparable from the tenor voice, since Mr Robins kept a firm and sensible hand on the reins, and drove that generally unmanageable team, a village choir, with the greatest discretion.

sly undertones of Austen-esque social commentary, non?

very Kentish Coast.

as Burt would say – if Burt could make his thoughts known.


actually, Burt probably can.

he’s that sort of a smart Kentish cat you see.





another Airport – and another Island.

we’ll see you late Thursday evening from a new Location.


in the meantime (*happy_smile*) – COSMOPOLITAN picked our book as (one of) their pick of the week (if you’re feeling depressed)!



reading poetry in cafes, sea breezes and spirits lifted in #whitstable


due to some last minute Decisions regarding not-feeling-well-at-all we Took a Train from Victoria Station last night (bought a refreshing cup of tea from the man on the trolley who made his way from First Class to the front carriage: milk-no-sugar-please-gosh-no-no-biscuit-thanks-ever-so-much) and some hours later………..arrived at the Coast.



the seaside air cures all.


and after a blissful full night’s sleep for the first time in *sighs* Five Days (not fun), we are slowly feeling better. a few sniffles. the tiny bit of dispirited-ness is Lifting, at last.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAas dusk fell on the town of Whitstable we walked with lovely William (he lives not far off the beach road and just a short walk from the Railway Station – long enough to have a proper conversation while the Samsonite was wheeled ahead and the bags of groceries fitted nearly in the crook of one’s arm) – and everything started to fall into place again.

especially when – as you can see – the First thing we saw as we took a Stroll Down the High Street this morning – was a BOOKSHOP.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

as befitting a british bookshop – Brian – one of the owners – who was there on the till (cash register for our American friends – and we did have a lovely chat) – there was a Large Selection (well-curated) of vintage finds, local authors and a whole shelf full of Mr. Maugham. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the Trouble with Mr. Maugham is that his famous book “Cakes & Ale” is actually a Satire (which the British do very well – but it is usually prefaced by the word Biting and it most certainly would be Here) – of, well, Whitstable.

our friend Karyn from A Penguin A Week has the full exposition of the controversy here.  

but that does not deter the good folks of Whitstable for re-claiming its prodigal son in the upcoming Literary Festival (oh dear, we would LOVED to have stayed for this but we are needed – hopefully – back in the USA by then to start a new “gig”).

Especially sad to miss this as we’d be Thrilled to see Miss Selina Hastings do her talk on Mr. Maugham and his somewhat turbulent love life and literary leanings.

gosh! Ms. Lynn Barber is Also speaking at the Literary Festival – about her new book (*makes_note_with_pencil* of new book title)

now back to Oxford Books (so named because tis on Oxford Street, Whitstable, you see)


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAalways so splendid to see a shelf of Mr. H. E. Bates


and some very teamgloria style Books for (be-bobbed and brave and british) Girls.

what did we Buy?

Something we have bought too many times to count in secondhand bookshops before – as we like to read it in cafes and then give to friends (often young people who are in need of poetry as it happens).  

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAfor more about the Mersey Sound and the poets Mr. McGough, Henri and Patten – there’s a lovely piece here from G. Cordon who knows his stuff. 

Then – after lunch (a simple yet nourishing meal at the Whitstable Coffee Company where we shamelessly eavesdropped on two friends of an uncertain age having a gossip because it was fascinating and useful for future novels) – we took a blustery turn by the seafront to blow the cobwebs from the brain and tousle the freshly washed hair. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand a turn down the high street.


now – don’t you find small towns always have such interesting Libraries?


Whitstable’s is a tiny bit disappointingly modern (but re-worked for the community so we shan’t complain – but we had hoped for Mullioned Windows and there were none – hence no photographs). 

but this gave us Pause.

thanks to mr. google(.co.uk) – we are able to share with you some details about Joan’s life – as it was glorious and she deserves remembrance.

Joan Cavender, who has died aged 93, was known to her many friends in Whitstable, Kent, as an ardent socialist and a person of endless optimism about the possibility of creating a just and more equal world. For many years, Joan ran the Whitstable bookshop, Pirie and Cavender, a career she took up in 1949 after the sudden death of her husband. Her strong views about literature were not always sympathetic to all the tastes of her customers.
A very important part of Joan’s generous social and political vision was an interest in worldwide politics, and it was this that drew her, after her retirement, to go and work as a volunteer teacher in the Gambia. At an age when many people might have been pleased to turn away from the responsibilities of full-time work, Joan entered with enthusiasm into the teaching of office skills to Gambian women. She described these years as among the happiest in her life. In this setting, Joan’s politics of limitless concern for every individual expressed itself in her commitment to her students.
When Joan returned to Britain, she refused, with characteristic determination, to accept more conventional meanings of retirement. A passionate supporter of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, she went to work at the movement’s London office as an assistant to Bruce Kent. In this context she found another focus for her political convictions, in particular the idea that ordinary human beings could, by their determined actions, correct injustice and prejudice. To turn one’s back on the possibilities of the political was, for Joan, never an option, and until her final illness she maintained that constant interest in politics which she had acquired in the 1930s.
Mary Evans/The Guardian/Monday 10 April 2006
moment of silence for Joan. thank you.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA and here we are again.

with a view from the Herne Bay Suite overlooking the Essex Street Pleasure Gardens (and next door’s washing/laundry on the line).

time to sip some tea and catch up with Correspondence from Abroad.

there’s a fish supper this evening and another early night after some diverting television program(mes) on the BBC and tomorrow a fresh start with more photographs of morning coffee cups in the garden as the dew melts into the newly laid down turf.

the seaside is good for the soul.

especially when one was rather Under the Weather and Confused about the Future.


the trusty silver samsonite is packed and ready for mr. supershuttle to arrive


we haven’t been able to get ANYWHERE near the MacBook Air these past few days as who-we-are-in-RL has been very busy Completing Tasks before we head on the Trip to (three islands in) Europe.

but here we are.


happy that who-we-are-in-RL has been pulling in the consultancy gigs to keep us in satin wraps, sleep-eye-masks and Ponds Cold Cream and now Packed, ready for the off.

we *used* to order a car but we’ve been told to be more Prudent *sighs* so mr. supershuttle will be arriving on the dot of…….(oops, can’t find the List right now – there are too Many Around – with scribbled notes like “empty trash”, “hold mail”, call S, email K back, pack snacks – yummy grapes – we picked them out – do Radio Interview, have very nice coffee with MPz over at Alfred’s and……gosh……sort of later, anyway).OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

can you see the Vibrant (teamgloria pink) sash to the left? That’s because the samsonite (which has been with us for Many a trip) burst apart on a conveyor belt (small plane, Italy, long story, wasn’t allowed to ride up top with us) and it was Mortifying in Milan.

so we strap it up tight these days.

what’s that?


you’re right.

a lot of black clothing.


which might Not be appropriate when we get to the 2nd and 3rd islands we’re going to on this trip (it’s Perfectly Splendid for London on the island of the United Kingdom).

heigh ho.

we’re sort of too tired to worry about it now.

there’s a sky blue pashmina in there and a white linen shirt.

that’ll do for Island Mornings we’re sure.

did we tell you Why we’re going to Deia?

(not just because of the Anais Nin short story although that was, of course, a draw, as you might expect).

you see who-we-are-in-RL is giving a Workshop (most exciting).

sophsBloomRetreats2014isn’t that Absolutely Fabulous? ;-)

we thought so.

while she’s been busy writing and tie-ing-up-last-minute-tasks and Pitching Projects:


8c287df8ba0311e3ad271296246e27d8_8we’ve been hanging out in cafes and finishing up the last pages in the last month’s moleskine and writing in the new moleskine just to get it nicely broken in.



2f9f5336b9bd11e3818812cca6e3d38e_8and enjoying the latest edition that has reached these shores of Harper’s Bazaar Australia.

8b887c44ba1311e3bad51265e271254f_8lots of driving (with shopping lists for Needed Items for the Trip – what happens to those Adaptors each time we fly?) 


and admiring the rosy pink glow of the (extremely early) los angeles’ morning-ness.


we might well be Very intermittent with our correspondence over the next few days as we fly over There and endure jet lag and meet up with family and friends and peek out from under an umbrella and sniff the salt air of the town of our birthplace and very early Youth.

while probably getting extremely sentimental and perhaps even a little, well, Inspired to write something New.

see you on the other side (not of the Veil, the planet).



even laundry can be fun if you know how to behave.


we finished our work tasks at a nice and early hour yesterday and realized we had a TON of laundry to do.


(that wasn’t just for laundry – although we will admit that in Manhattan, we dropped it off every friday morning, super early before heading to the office, and picked it up when we got the saturday edition of the Financial Times, Times Have Changed – we do our own Laundry now).

back to *horrors*!

because the (small but perfectly sweet with a view of the front plantings and fragrant they are too) Laundry Room at teamgloria (apartment) towers – was CLOSED (new floor being put in, which is very nice, but rendered the room Unavailable).

we *thought* for a moment about dropping off the two (rather large) bags for a Service Wash and then we reconsidered (we have time, and we are being Prudent with cash) – popped the bags in the perfectly Prius and drove to the nearby Laundromat/Launderette.

It was an engaging experience.

Because ANYTHING can be so if one has an eye for Adventure and a nose for a Hollywood reference or two and just takes a look around to sink into the Atmosphere.

so. we. did.

at first glance it was not a Great deal like the Levi’s 501 advertisement (if you can’t see this transmission in your territory ask your mr.local.google for “Levi’s 50s nick kamen”, you’re welcome)


but then it WAS (the actors woke up and came to do their Laundry before heading out to the gym and, hopefully, an audition).

we took a look around (the wash cycle is 29 minutes and the drying cycle 30 so we had some time to Observe our surroundings).

there was a Spanish soap opera – telenovelas – playing – and then we switched to a ladies-in-a-row-at-a-roundish-table talking about Matters of the Day (movie stars, something clever with a fillet of fish and a beauty treatment), a 3D bas relief mural on the back wall, several vending machines (for washing powder – but we bought our own – and snacks – again, we brought a small picnic), outdoor tables (this is california, despite being March), a gossipy attendant (we chatted for a while, because she put up a postcard for the book a while ago and remembered us) and Lots of People Watching.

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we did feel a little Doris while folding the clothes (always nice).


while also remembering our (mis-spent but useful for material) Youth watching ground-breaking films like this one. 

we always keep an eye on the Machines because there was that One episode back in – when? 1980-something? when Cindy Beale put her washing in the Albert Square launderette and it Got Stolen (this would be SO awful – not the programme – we quite liked it – strangely enough – and its Still Running!).

EastEnders-bartenders-Cindy-19finally – after all the People watching (and writing in our moleskine and enjoying the small picnic outside on the white cast iron tables not bolted down but you’d be hard pressed to nick them) – the laundry was done and folded and another engaging experience was made Better by a good Attitude.


Thankful that the laundry room is now Open in teamgloria (apartment) towers, we may not have to see the Laundromat again for a while – but we are open to (many) new experiences. Or even re-inventing old ones.


so we went to the Movies.

3c249b66b6de11e3a787123c4a08efd0_8 b7ffc7cab6dd11e38dfb1285e255b5db_8always delicious to see a chandelier – especially at a movie picture palace.

where we saw…….


what’s that?

what did we Think of it.



let’s see.

it was perfect for a friday after doing laundry.



it was sensuous and full of longing but little meaning apart from why do we meet the people we do and what happens if we follow them up to hotel rooms (probably best not attempted outside Paris) and tell them Secrets that we cannot tell the people in our real life – whatever real life is – does it exist?

even the middle bit – where they hold hands and see amusing street musicians and feel close-in-a-crowd (we are not ruining the plot for you – it’s a Film/e Francais/e – being a bit Violette LeDuc there et pourquoi pas?) and have Big Questions about their Lives and France (the two are Always intertwined), trains (might) be Missed or Caught and regretted, or not.

yes, it’s a French movie.

and that’s why it’s perfect for a Friday after doing Laundry.

just so you know.

what have you seen recently?



oh, glorious.

hello, saturday.


and all our clothes are freshly washed.


a sunday spring clean with monsieur proust.


some spring cleaning was in Order.

newtgbackgroundspring2014a new background for teamgloria.com

(and some Tweaking on the “parent navigation bar” shade-wise, a removal of some no-longer-needed-objects therein as well).


re-folding and applying lavender scented drops on the drawer liners in the linen closet (or “airing cupboard” for our British friends).

a moment of pause to take in a little Proust:

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust


taking photographs of the new decorated mini match-boxes (not by us, they’re available at many small shops and special grocery stores in the vicinity of sunset boulevard or just off bundy in brentwood if you’re in Town) before placing them (carefully) around the house nearby (but not too near) the Scented candles.

a drive to the Beach to see some friends very early this morning. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthinking once again of Monsieur Proust:

“Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.”
― Marcel ProustSwann’s Way


flowers and a Reverie make You think of Proust, aussi?

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust


“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.”
― Marcel Proust

and now, to end, perhaps a little Brahms – for Clarinet?

we have remembered why we came here (very nearly three years ago).

it was to celebrate glorious people, places and things.


and to That – well – we shall return.

starting with today.

the last word, quite naturally and Properly, belongs to Proust:

“Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.”
― Marcel ProustTime Regained



see you as Monday approaches, or fades, depending on the plans of who-we-are-in-RL………

thoughts from a motel room somewhere in southern california


we always get a little reflective in motel rooms.

there’s no distraction (and no fancy furniture like in the ritzy places we stayed in during our tour of duty as a lady executive).

so it’s rather Monastic and peaceful (when one removes all patterned materials and pops them into the cupboards and unpacks a brown paper bag of delicious groceries and some real milk for the fridge – well, actually for the little coffee machine because we don’t do fake-milk-from-packets).

we had some work last night down here, not far from the Ocean, but over 100 miles south of where-we-live-in-Los-Angeles – a digital check-up actually (that was meant to be a link to our own site – not theirs – we relish protecting their privacy unless otherwise asked to do so in a more public relations type exercise – there’s something so deeply respectful about doing so). 3b16732aafb811e3b4800e12fd739921_8and while we smiled kindly and encouragingly at our Pupil as she chose font, theme, widgets, header treatments and wrote her first two blog posts and told the World she was now launching her OWN BUSINESS, we thought – “Oh! This isn’t really about digital – it’s about witnessing someone change their life!”


and that’s An Extremely Great Feeling.

fear around digital is generally panic at “what if they think I’m foolish and laugh at me?”


as someone who has been laughed at and told we were foolish (the actual words were designed to be more crushing as we recall) we could tell anyone that it really doesn’t matter.

what people say to us is all about Them (of course you knew that).

plus we get to be teamgloria. 1e4ca7c8afb811e3aed6123e9ac62c25_8and that’s delicious. a6a7b9acafd411e3a9a4123ce35ac48b_8

as is pausing at the crossing as the Amtrak train Hoots and whooshes past and listening to Fleetwood Mac and enjoying the people walking home from work and stopping by the late farmers market to buy soft fruit and flowers. 

we have a day of consulting on one of the projects that who-we-are-in-RL is working on until June and it’s possible that some of the people there read teamgloria (it’s not always easy to tell who they are) so – “hello!”

and yes, we’ll be wearing the pearls and shiny patent leather doctor martens as usual.


returning to the hubbub (at some point)


we’ve told who-we-are-in-RL that it’s time she got back out there. she knows how to stay sane in a crazy world (couldn’t resist just name-checking it once again) but does she remember how to go a little bit crazy and have fun when needed? we’re not so sure….it’s all a bit p e a c e f u l around here in a way that some might call, well, Monastic (but Luxe)


A RETURN is needed – to the hubbub, the general whirly-girly-gig of life.

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we can handle things from the chaise with a cashmere throw and a satin eye mask.

she’s been a little Anxious, you see.

it takes a while for Editors to return calls because they are very Busy and the glamorous people who would like a Digital Check Up are often in Transition which means they like to be checked up at the weekend or after their day job and all the other things that she does (and there are a LOT, it surprised us when we helped her type up her “resume” as the Americans call it) are all rather Virtual.

and there you have it.

it’s all Terribly Very Virtual.

nearly (actually mostly all) of the Work done this year has been via what one calls Remotely.


this is merely a fancy way of saying that she sits at the one end of the french farmhouse table and the princess phone waits to be picked up and dialed1941096_765521490125966_728369704_nand on the other end there are people that need (and have asked for quite specifically) help with something digital (because she’s Rather good at all that) or (many) emails come in with commissions and so she dutifully gets in the perfectly Prius and drives to Interview people (or gets on a plane to New York to watch a preview and secretly doesn’t tell anyone until it gets published that she met the Star and the OSCAR winning director) and sometimes those Interviews don’t come off (like our one with cannottellyouwho which we Studied really hard for but there you go – it never happened) or perhaps the Word Count is a lot smaller than one would like because the sales people did not get as many pages as they needed to give space to editorial (it happens, and to all the best people too).

but the only team around here is, well, teamgloria.

and we did perfectly well handling teamgloria.com (and writing a book and several screenplays) while she held down a very fancy day job.

so we took her aside today and went for a very long (3 hours, better believe it) walk and talked at length by the Ocean and pointed out that the book is now launched and people around the world are really enjoying it. And that lovely consulting gig that we have not been able to talk about for nigh on a year will be coming to an end in June. 1043c2a0a92911e3a6d8122fe8cbfe34_8we cleared the decks today.

with a soft HB pencil, we helped correct her “resume” as the Americans call it (CV for you Brits)

by the time we’d finished going through (with a toothcomb – again, a virtual one, of course), there was such a lot of interesting things that happened this past year that we have not been in the habit of Talking about here.

what’s that?



for instance.

this is the Summary that we made (using a very fashionable Font as you can see):

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“what about the bullet points?” she said. “I appeared on stage at Nasdaq – I need bullet points, non?”


we thought she was showing off a little until we looked at the picture and got amused at the British Government official taking 40 winks on the left.

“oh, good idea” (not that we’re That keen on bullet points but we hear they’re widely admired) “what about these?”

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we missed that one.


Susan Seidelman?? as in Desperately Seeking The Madonna?

nobody told us about That….*winkstocamera4*

“why don’t we look now at what you did in that fancy job in manhattan?”

“ok,” she said, biting her lip, thinking back and trying to arrange some useful bullet points.

“tell them about when you went to KOREA” we suggested.


then we went into the kitchen(ette) at that point and made (yet) another pot of coffee because she was really flagging and we don’t mean hailing a cab. Screen Shot 2014-03-18 at 9.13.22 PM

“how do you feel now?” we asked, with great affection but half-wondering how much longer this was going to take because a thumbdrive of british Telly had arrived in the afternoon post and we were Desperate to find out the new adventures of Mr. Selfridge…..

she did a great sigh.

and said:

“better – and ready – sort of.”

“to get back Out There?” we asked, with secret glee that the Selfridge moment was almost upon us.

“y-es” she said, sweetly and went off to wash the dishes/do the washing up because it was her turn (as clearly marked on the roster by the fridge.)

then – with her hands deep in the (american equivalent of the Fairy Liquid known as “Joy”) suds – she said, “but what happens if nobody wants me on their team?”

as the Selfridge moment was So Near (and yet, if we got into This conversation, so bloody far away) we crisply turned on the laptop (because she refuses to buy an actual television) and waved airily towards the Hollywood Hills.

“dear gods – you’ve got work booked until June! you’ve got writing assignments and consulting and a TRIP TO EUROPE (including Lunch with Several lovely Editors In Chief including the fine lady that edits this magazine in the picture below – big fan, as they say in the nicest bits of Hollywood – and we should probably remember that they Don’t say that in Croydon, not that we’re going to Croydon but you get our drift…)6c831524a97011e39d0f12e18945e0a4_8the trip to EUROPE is going to be amazing because it also includes a workshop on a Spanish Island and another one – um – is that right? or is Ibiza its own Nation State? or just a State of Mind?)

AND we get to stay with WILLIAM (and see the original TG person for a cup of tea and perch on her desk to be helpful and hopefully witty).

(there is also a Family Reunion – a large one – which will be Very Interesting as who-we-are-in-RL has not seen some of those attending for *coughs* 16 years……and some of them she’s never actually met – because they weren’t Born then)

back to the current programme, Viewers:

then we got into our stride and (sort of snapped, actually)

“and if you really had as much self-confidence as that Actress who played the Nanny and the Nun that you sound awfully like, you wouldn’t be asking such things!”

then we saw her face.

it was awful.

a bit, well, crumpled (she’s so very sensitive) dc17efd2ac8a11e383ab0a35a316edf3_8



“we know you’re just heart-broken because you sent out All those letters to agents-who-represent-writers-who-write-movies and – none of them replied”

(and that was after she bought some quite lovely ribbon to hand over one package to someone Very Important and then chickened out which is very rare for her so we knew something had gone awry)

and with that we turned back to the laptop and nodded gently when asked if we’d like a cup of tea.

we’ve changed lives before (many – MANY times actually – and this is the notebook where we started to write down ideas for this one back in 2003)

it’s all going to be fine.093ad24eab1011e3a77a125fa4dd0e8a_8

until some bastard points out that she wrote that entire article for Red that got re-printed by our cousins Down Under about “walking away” and they shot her lovely picture on the beach at Malibu and all those lovely people wrote in to the magazines and said how Inspired they were.

and when whomever that person is (don’t let it be you or we’ll be Cross), we will just point out that she Did walk away and start something new and write a book and become a foreign correspondent and do lots of things that require Bullet points on resumes and, well, when it came down to it, working virtually is (whisper it) kinda lonely.

25f095f4a6dd11e3a2d612cc71f31207_8do you know what we say when (some very misguided) people say, “you’re rather direct and honest on that blog aren’t you?”

firstly – this is not a blog.

it’s a Movement.

and secondly – when you’ve had your throat slit open – honesty suddenly becomes rather paramount in importance because you don’t want to see what might be next in the illness department because it took SUCH a Long Time to Get Well.


and anyway, we gave away all our winter coats to move West so we don’t want to go back.

which is why (now she’s all better and quite a lot slimmer but we’re not supposed to mention That either – along with the ghost writing and the mysterious consultancy and we still can’t quite work out When she had time to advise anyone like as glorious as Susan Seidelman, it Seems) we can say whatever we like.

for now.

it all Rather depends on which team she joins next.

talking of teams.

there was one application that we already sent the new resume to and it was an Educational Establishment (career change radical in nature this one would be) and so when it came to the Gender Question (for Diversity purposes) there were THREE OPTIONS (we got ever so excited).





we got so very excited thinking we’d Made it as a Gender selection.

and then we thought again and thought – oh that’s so deeply cool.



you know we Were tempted.

just to let her application really stand out.

(and if the Educational Establishment is reading this now – “hello!” – she’d actually really like the job because she saw Allison Janney play one on television and it looked really impressive).

now that made you think, didn’t it?



we didn’t ask Mr. Obama if we could join his team.

although we are a great fan, of course.

not quite as a great a fan as we are of the blonde woman in the trouser suits.


even if we still feel like we’re 4 years old and found some Amusing glasses and started to read Aloud.

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recipe for a sunny day when one would prefer to languish in naughty navel gazing instead


we take our Role here very seriously (with a great deal of light-heartedness-and-whimsical-Joy) of showing Bright Things.

because (truth now) we Often don’t feel like it in the RL aspect.

but when we come here, to write, and share photographs, and wait for the laundry to finish its cycle in the dryer, and take a thirty minute walk to the postal receptacles and hope the email communications come in thick and fast later with commissions and people requiring our services, stopping to pat a dog (black lab mixed with something a tiny bit more ferocious that gave it such spirit – name? Kennedy – love that) or two (small terrier called Romeo) and nod to the others taking a morning constitutional behind dark glasses (all of us), hair unbrushed (or hastily pinned up and smoothed back – all 3.5 genders here, some with caps, again non-gender specific on the usage of a hat), and then the Editors respond with notes (so we can chew a pencil and Think on a Different Way of Saying That – always fun and rather Intellectual as a pursuit)……….

(gosh, that Was a long paragraph without a Culmination point….)


where were we?

ah yes.

when we come Here…..none of that (awful hideous panic inducing worry) matters…..because we pick some lovely Pictures from the day before and some completely Charming Wedding music (love the music, not that keen on the Institution, but the Ceremony is very pretty if both people at the front of the church or local village hall are somewhat Attractive themselves – if not, good to look around the church to find someone who Is, to then flirt withsuch occasions lend themselves to naughty Hugh Grant type diversions)…..then All That Worry evaporates like bubbles in a very deep hot yummy bath.

shall we do that again today (it might be a good idea, you see)?

Firstly, we shall need some music:

and then a Quote or two from a much beloved (fellow Pisces) author:

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
– Vita Sackville West

and now for the piece de resistance – a Visual Feast (one hopes, said *modestly*)


I look back as through a telescope, and see, in the little bright circle of the glass, moving flocks and ruined cities.

CUE SOUND: ping of alarm on digital device


the dryer has finished its cycle.

we must continue about our day and bid you adieu – in, like, a totally Modern way of course.

with a few more delicious SIGHTINGS!


1st Sighting in SEATTLE!

this one is very special – it’s nestled on the Shelves of our Cousin Amanda at the Royal Central School of Speech & Dramasightingbrooklynlisa

this copy is enjoying a nap at our Literary Agent’s house (such a lovely phrase). VickieLesterStudioBungalow

this copy is helping with the tea ceremony mid-writing-session over at Miss Vickie Lester’s Bungalow on the Studio Lot

and of course we have our own copy with its special lilac ribbon here at our house….

ourhouseoh we DO feel so much better now.

thank you for listening.

you see Action is very much the key, really.

now we must empty the dryer and get back to writing more cards and generally being Rather Productive over here.

Keep Calm and Carry On (beautifully).

it’s how we stay sane in a crazy world (did you not see that coming? *chuckling*)

hello spring! words by e e cummings, music by mozart and flowers lovingly captured by teamgloria


it’s spring!

firstly some music!


and now some poetry – intermingled with flowers that we took yesterday on a walk with who-we-are-in-RL for her birthday.


Spring is like a perhaps hand 
(which comes carefully 
out of Nowhere)arranging 
a window,into which people look(while 
people stare
arranging and changing placing 
carefully there a strange 
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

e.e. cummings


O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched

,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded

beauty       .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

thou answerest

them only with


e. e. cummings

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAbirthdays are getting easier and easier.

they used to be (almost) unbearably painful days for reasons we cannot divulge but which had (occasionally) nothing to do with us. the passing of time can be (if one lets it) be pregnant with regret or awful deeds OR – and here’s where we return to the sunny channel once again – they can be a deep but quite lovely Sigh about Everything that’s happened and what-is-about-to-happen-next and gosh-did-that-really-happen and did we get back to LosAngelesAgain (yes!), is who-we-are-in-RL now An Author (hurrah!)

in the meantime, there’s always mr. Mozart to wave us into a springtime of deliciousness…..


isn’t Monday always filled to the brim with potential?

we. think. so.

do you?