flora, fauna and flamingos.


a lovely day.

it started well although there was the Tiny sense of anticipation in the Air because who-we-are-in-RL was waiting for the return of several phonecalls and we said, “gosh, let’s not sit here, let’s go Out and See Things!” and she agreed (forgive us for the totally post-modern approach but this is pretty much how it feels).


so while she did some work and made lists and took a phonecall with someone software-savvy in san francisco for some consulting (she did patiently explain it to us, but we weren’t really listening because there’s a vintage Somerset Maugham book here from the Beverly Hills Library that is Very Absorbing). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

so we read and then she said, “get in the car, gloria” and we drove to the Valley *looksvaguelynorth* where she had a meeting and we read the Maugham in the car (because we are rarely wanted in grown-up places it seems *sniffs*). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we do like the Valley as it nestles right up against the Mountains.

Isn’t it glorious?

and then we went for a long walk and saw some flora, fauna AND FLAMINGOS!

now did you ever?? (that was a bit Audrey Hepburn in gor-blimey-Act-1-style for Pygmalion then – before she slipped into the Cecil Beaton gowns and a Large Brimmed Hat.)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA



like Bolshoi Ballet dancers strutting around backstage preening and stretching and looking Deeply glamorous while lithe stagehands crawl above them in the flies sorting out the gels (can you tell we studied theatre lighting at University as part of our Course?)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the sunshine was just lovely today.

the flowers looked ever so happy basking a little in the light breeze as the sun tickled under its pollen-flirting-petals. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we asked if we could drive back along Mullholland Drive (not sure why it inspired the odd Mr. Lynch – it’s not the least bit spooky but it is a Magnificent Sight) and paused at one of the lookouts where many a young maiden (of any of the 3.5 genders residing in L.A) has Been Kissed at dusk (the time zone, it’s not a euphemism for that lovely bit at the back of the neck just behind the left ear, darlings).

by the time we got back all (necessary) messages had been returned (quelle Joy) and a Studio Called (Vast Joy) and a large motion picture agency sent back our materials *shockedlooktocamera*.

another day building a Life in Los Angeles, sweet friends.