the irony.


from. the. couch.

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


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.



calm down.

calm down.


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.



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)!

subsisting on sips of tomato soup and medicated losenges.




Tis no fun; this illness existence.

This compression chamber of gloom.

Admittedly a glamorous one, thank the god(s) and our exquisite eye for decoration and light.


We had so many Plans for our last few days of manhattan-dwelling.

Breakfasts, lunches, movies, tea in 5 star hotels; all final moments with friends (the friends that don’t work in entertainment and thus will Never set foot in los angeles).


Instead we lie here, languishing.

Subsisting on sips of tomato soup and medicated losenges.

(thanks to Jonathan who left a care package at our door and a text message to let us know to emerge from this room and retrieve it with much gratitude and emotion. Nice moment: we said tomato soup please, expecting the tins/cans that So Inspired Mr. WARHOL and instead received a Delicious new experience of roasted tomato and basil from wholefoods. #yum).

The Very worst bit (apart from slinking out of Town having not said Proper goodbyes) is that we Cannot READ.


Ok. Not torture but highly annoying.

Head/eyes Hurt.

We got horrid cabin fever by 9pm last night so decided to pull on a thick coat and emerge under the protective cover of darkness.

Made it half a block and had to hold onto a lamppost for a while and rest.

Bitterly cold.

And yet we’d never been so happy to sniff the late night manhattan air of gasoline, hope, dreams, ambition, something slightly burned or caramelized from the restaurants nearby and exhaust fuel.

After 7 mins we hastened back inside and collapsed into a deep sleep punctuated at regular intervals by some gremlin appearing to try and break free from inside our chest in a non-Alien imagery recalling way (or maybe that’s how it felt after hours Hours Hours of it).

Before we go back under for another sleep. We must just say

Hujambo wapenzi!*

to our new friends from Uganda!



These were our virtual but oh-so-welcomed Visitors yesterday (we are Totally obsessed by the “stats”tab on the wordpress “dashboard”).

So Terribly glo-bal, non? ;)

Send good thoughts.

You are the Nicest sick bed visitors.

We don’t worry that you will somehow catch this lurgy and we don’t have to retrieve our looks from their wan-and-shockingly-unbrushed-hair-no-mascara state.

*hello, darlings (just in case you didn’t get to study swahilli at university of the Sorbonne).

grippe. Flu. Misery.

Oh no, darlings.

Our last few days in NYC.

And we get sick.


Even our eyeballs hurt.

Everything aches.

Send kind thoughts.


Apparently it’s going around.

Which is dreadfully upsetting.

Sort of a common sort of a Flu?

Whatever would the Mitfords say?

Sleep. Hot baths. Tea. And a novel read to one by Nanny.

No doubt.

Thank goodNess for British radio via the interweb, then.


Update: so Moved by all your comments both here and on instagram darlings!


So kind.



Feeling a little less gloomy now.

Isn’t the interweb delicious?