the revealing muses that lurk behind the pre-dawn hours.


this *might* well be a mystical one – read on.

or not.

as you wish.


but we hope you do.

because it was a bloody good sunrise this morning so it’s worth it for the Pictures alone even if the words make you scratch just behind your left ear with some wry yet confused amusement.

shall we begin?

oh good.


you see, darlings, the thing about Jet Lag – especially when one has been so far Abroad as we have and then wended our way slowly via Whitstable is that one is on a Completely Different time Zone to everyone else (that lives locally) but not to the muses that lie behind the dawn.

(we did say mystical – be prepped and ready – tea? we’ll wait……..lovely, welcome back – gorgeous Spode – inherited? splendid.)


so when one is Awake while the rest of the world (nearby) sleeps one can get quite misty and into miracles. 

especially when one is writing about What Has Happened thus far and what would be delicious if it Did happen (if it’s all for the Highest Good and that sort of nice thoughts about doing some creatively and helpful for the planet in a modest yet most delightful way, of course)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

because then one has to Pause a lot and Ponder.


and then suddenly the earth lights up and one feels an over-arching sense of Excitement at what might well be just around the corner if one could only “get out of one’s way” (as they like to say here in the Western most point of the United States – well the western most point of West Hollywood, anyway).


the rosy glow gives one a deep sensation of hopefulness that yes, everything IS happening in the way it is meant to and there are small signs (but not scary ones) when one, for instance, suddenly sees someone one knows on a street in London that one hasn’t seen for probably over a decade and one doesn’t think about the passing of time one just says “hello, cyril” (for that is his name) and there’s a small raised eyebrow of (pleasant) surprise but one is busy and needs to move on and so there’s a chuckle and a cheeriness of spirits suddenly meeting but he’s en route to somewhere (quite possibly the BBC, but we digress) and we have a need to slip into an old caf’ that we recall is around-here–somewhere and it IS and we find it (which is good because it’s been there since the late 1800s in one form or another) and the windows are still steamed up (because it’s england and it’s November and thus chilly requiring a close covering of something warm around the neck and most definitely a Winter coat) and we order “tea, please” (and a jacket potato – for that’s what the Brits call a “baked potato” because it’s in its jacket – with cheese – the food of the heavens – and a little butter and usually some Heinz baked beans but we decided on tuna because it really is tuna in England not just mayonnaise flirting with fish).

so that sort of thing happens a lot to us.

but usually we’re not in the mood to open the brain and take It All In.

this trip gave us some pause (generally on one or more of the 10 flights, you see) and we really did Think about Things and wrote (a lot) and yes, in the moleskine, but also Talked about it all with new friends that we met on the way – so many new friends actually – the beginnings of friendships quite possibly.

or not.

because that happens too.

as do Endings.

now endings are very important because they leave room for new Beginnings (you saw that balance in the sentence happening didn’t you?)

when we return here we like to sit and write it all out (which is odd, being here that is, because it’s not Exactly that private an abode because it’s going to be in Many People’s houses by the end of February as it appears on the front cover of you-know-what) but this is the Los Angeles version, not the New York version (surprisingly similar, we agree, but once you know how to make a bed with sumptuous linens, one does tend to repeat the decor, love)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and some people have asked why who-we-are-in-RL has her name on her laptop…..and that’s because when we were in South Africa doing a spot of judging (in a good way) someone said:

oh! we need name tags!

and we thought:

but all the People look Different – it’s just the laptops that look the same

so we put who-we-are-in-RL’s name tag on Her laptop to be sure people knew it was ours and not theirs (because they’d be ever so confused if they looked through Ours).


is there a point to all this?


it’s all mystical and magical if you spend long enough in the dark (due to jet lag, or not) waiting for the dawn.

and you never know which letter you send is the one that changes your life.

or the telephone call you make (or avoid) that turns your life into an Entirely new chapter.

but that walking down a road in an ancient part of London where the steamed up windows could be straight out of a Noel Coward script for Brief Encounter reminds you that you have no idea who is just around the next winding-perhaps-confusing-yet-exhilarating corner.

the important bit is to be awake when the light shines and to smile and say thank you – just generally – for being Here.


jet lag will make a mystic of us all.

have a beautiful saturday darlings.

let us know what sunsets look like in your part of the world because we’ve not been awake to see ours since we left for Foreign Lands.

in the wee small hours of the morning.


the whole wide world (well, the bit that lives here at the Western Most Point of the United States of America) was a s l e e p as we wrote in the wee small hours this morning and then who-we-are-in-RL completed part 1b of some some Digital Work (don’t you love completing something when it’s in Carefully demarcated stages like part 1b?) and after all that was finished and it was still bloody early and there was no sign of stirring in the hills of Hollywood from where we stood, looking at the still darkened sky………….we picked up the latest Requests from the Los Angeles County Library System and snuggled back under the covers with a small but potent dark embrace of caffeine on the Phillipe Starck Prince AHA stool/nightstand. 


Mr. Frank Sinatra sang about the wee small hours most poignantly – alas rather Melancholy and we don’t feel like that at ALL right now.

so we Tuned in (and dropped out for just a second of pleasurable meditation) to davidji because he’s one groovy cat and well, with a sky like this at 0500 hours this morning, one can quite Pretty Mystical, man.

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have a deeply cool day, darlings.

isn’t it Friday?



g l o r i o u s.

wonder how many hours of daylight we’ll see today before we have to crash again ;-)


3.31AM meltdown at JFK


it had to happen.

one flight too many (flight 10 of 10 is due to leave LATER THAN EXPECTED but at least it is DUE to leave….bear with us)……


(this was flight 9 of 10)

an arrival in Manhattan (well, JFK is strictly nowhere near manhattan but we digress) at 10.25PM last night.

and a flight due to leave (as we said, DUE TO LEAVE) at 7AM this morning.

so – what to do in the meantime?

it looked awfully cold and d e p r e s s i n g to wait at the airport (and everything was closing).

we *thought* about the movie Jet Lag (which we like very much) and so walked over to the Hotels Information Desk just to see if the interweb had been wrong – that there was actually a hotel close enough to buy a room, have a shower, something to sip in the way of hot tea, perhaps an hour’s sleep and then back to the airport for the flight that was DUE TO LEAVE at 0700 hours.

plus (if you recall the Plot of Jet Lag) the opportunity to reassess one’s life while talking intently with foreigners is always interesting (although the days of fickle youth are long gone with the idea of sharing a hotel room with one, despite the promise of free Clarins products and a lovely swimming pool – neither of which looked on the menu at the Days Inn which was either 5 mins away by taxi or 15 mins by something-called-a-shuttle).

so we thought we’d have an adventure instead.

because we like those.

and we are trying to be a bit prudent with cash flow so we took the A train from Howard Beach and curled up on top of our Manhattan messenger bag (luckily the left luggage at JFK stays open all night – which was lovely as we’re Very Tired at carrying around the silver samsonite now).

arriving in Manhattan on the A train and getting out at West 4th at midnight is sort of fun.

especially when one remembers that the Washington Square diner is open 24/7 as the americans close it (or all night, if you’re european or antipodean).

it was fun to sip coffee and write and read a slim tome.

and then – well – it wasn’t so fun – because we were Awfully Tired – so we decided a Walk was in order and then (almost an hour later) we found ourselves in Times Square (gosh).

a134611450e811e386050a9537b7ccc0_8that was fun.

but it was still only 1AM and we had until (well, you get the idea)……….and then we checked the Boarding Pass that the lovely people at Virgin Atlantic had given us in London to “check us through to Los Angeles” (yes, they said it in an English accent – ange-elle-ease which was sweet – at the time) and saw that the flight had been changed to 9AM instead of 7AM and didn’t appear to be under the care of Virgin Atlantic anymore despite that being the brand on the ticket and – well – that’s when we started to feel quite droopy-in-spirit.

more walking didn’t change our now quite dispirited mood so we got a yellow cab (the concept of the A train after midnight is Not A Good Idea) and arrived back at T4, JFK (it takes about 50 mins in good traffic – of which there is never any in manhattan).

as our ticket said “Virgin Atlantic” we waited at the Virgin Clubhouse which was advertised as opening at 4.15AM (no, we were not flying business class on this leg – sadly – but we thought they might be helpful with the snafu with flight times/carrier changes).

not to put too sharp a point on a very pointy sharp feeling of despair – They Did Not.


9AM is not that far away now (it’s 5.32AM over here).

you were Very kind to listen to all that.

and the cafes just opened so we’ll grab a non fat latte and a banana and all will be well.

fresh clothes also helped. as they invariably do in these circumstances.


to turn the whole thing around.

may we show you our photographs from our intensely delicious last few hours in London yesterday (was that only yesterday?) because we had the most Loveliest time.


a London park is Most Lovely with a chill in the air and a cloche hat on the head. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we *always* pop into Heywood Hill whenever we’re in town because Nancy Mitford worked there and it’s a most splendid bookshop.

as we were about to leave (yes, there’s a little bell on the door or perhaps there was purely in the imagination – that does happen) we stopped, fished around in the manhattan messenger bag and took out a postcard for The book and said “quite casually” –

oh! we almost forgot…..Hay House is publishing this in February….

and they took the card (a little gingerly but kindly in that Very British – let’sjustseeifsheisaweirdpersonorOneOfUs sort of a way) and smiled at the cover and then nodded (briskly) and we ran likethewind.

not fast enough to hear crisply modulated tones chuckle:

Splendid. Good for you.

which we’re sure were Entirely in our Imagination.

or not.


then there’s always Fortnums. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and a chandelier on St James’OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and beautiful weepingly lovely statues. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

close up of weepingly wonderful statue (near Buckingham Palace)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

one definitely needed to pull the wood coat closer at this point. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


the sad beauty of the Princess Diana memorial walk is rather lovely. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and then there was a Mad Dash across town and we caught the tube and then a train and then a plane and finally ended up in Manhattan (or as near as JFK can get to the actual island).

it’s 6.59AM now and we appear to have been BUMPED *shudder* by Mr. Expedia *grrrrrr* from Virgin Atlantic (which is why they could not help us despite their brand being on the ticket) and we wait for the 9AM flight back to Los Angeles.

which, yes, will be flight 10 of 10 in the past 16 days.

but it has been the most MARVEL(L)OUS experience. 

packed and ready to leave again.


we must be Quiet.

who-we-are-in-RL has been EXHAUSTED by all the Travel and the two red eye flights and the 200 miles of driving There and Back and has been (mostly) sleeping-it-all-off.


there was a lovely sunrise this morning.


and we’re off to PORTLAND tomorrow (for work) and LUCKILY *just* before we booked the flights, as requested, because she was jolly busy finishing a paid assignment for an international print publication you see, we found out there are TWO Portlands (how careless!)

so crossed fingers that we booked the flight for the Right One.



hello 4.35AM.


after gazing at One Too Many departure boards (two red eye flights in 3 days and yes, the eyes are a tiny bit red – going lightly on the mascara and wearing Big Dark Glasses) we Woke Up early but rather rested this morning.


Although This Morning we woke up about *looksvaguelytofindaclock* about 4.30AM for several reasons:

1. we’re on East Coast Time (glam but exhausting to recover from)

2. a drive of 100 miles south needs to start by at least 7AM as who-we-are-in-RL has a Consulting Engagement there today (and no, she’s still not letting us drive so we’ll read a Nancy Mitford novel in the back stretched out admiring the blue-blue sky and ask her perhaps testily to Turn Down the Depeche Mode)

3. we went to a marvel(l)ous dinner party last night and we need to write our Thank you letters to the Host and Hostess

but it’s so yummy to be back.


in the middle of Tasks and Meetings yesterday, we took a trip to what looked like Indonesia….


but was actually an outdoor Mall at Century City (near where they keep the agents) – they call it Westfield – but we couldn’t see a Field nearby at all (didn’t this place used to be Desert or at least Orange Groves?)

the dinner party last night?

we’re not allowed to say Anything.

but we will tell you that there were actual Crests on the pepper grinder – and we don’t think they got them from the flea market in Pasadena on a sunday morning (just before one stops into a quiet cafe to read all the sunday papers).

and it was in a Very Lovely part of town that we Never go to (usually)


full of grand houses and quiet hushed cars prowling the avenues with security firm logos on the side.

Very Fancy.

and such fun.

yes we wore the pearls.

and hell yes we wore the Dr. Martens (the black patent ones, just to be respectful and a bit festive).

late afternoon sunlight falls on manhattan


super tired #jetlag now.

but wanted to share a few pictures before we turn in for the night of late afternoon sunlight falling on manhattan as we walked up 7th avenue (felt very Calvin Klein and fashion-y saying “7th Avenue” so freely then – could you feel that?).





OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand then we had chicken soup and did some study-hall-stuff in companionship with B.

yes, white roses.

wonder who bought those……


hello, jet lag. #backInNYC


Is that you?


……..pause to slip into dark embrace of caffeine……


Baby. It is (bloody) cold out there.


But toasty in here (the Greenwich village one).

We unpacked at 1AM.

After a freezing block walk due to cab driver getting lost in one way (we weren’t much help).

Some delicious packages waiting patiently by our apartment door……including biscuits from Fortnums (gosh) and a (said in a very shy slightly quiet voice) signed copy of a book with a Nice Note from the Author.


Happy Dec 30th, darlings. 

Attempting to reach the swimming pool to re-align our east-coast-ness.

We may be some Time.


Movie recommendations for our dearest friend uptown who is not well. Anything with Doris Day or Garbo. Just saying.

ah, jet lag #NYstyle

so the jet lag descends once more – and in 82 degree heat with a slight breeze through the slightly ajar window and a plethora of nice things indoors – it wasn’t actually as bad as we thought it Might Be.

of course we Took to Bed (naturally) with a stack of glossies, a pot of P G Tips (with a surprisingly good Meyer lemon), a notebook (moleskine 139, in case you’re keeping count) and the thrilling and naughty and Deeply Elegant (shades of palest cream and taupe and beige with a camel throw) autobiography of a certain Mr. Bill Blass.

we found the Bill Blass at housing works bookstore this morning (we showed up to therapy, alas our therapist didn’t – clearly “Away for August means Back Post Labor Day” – so we headed to our secondary therapy – a bookshop – instead – we are Never disappointed for long).

along with the Bill Blass was a meditation book (of the Buddhist variety but widely spiritual and helpful and useful no matter which side of the debate on Matters of the Spirit you’re on, we believe) and – Quelle Joy! – some abandoned flyers and bookmarks were tucked inside.


the ephemera must have been pre-1999 (yes, we just heard the opening guitar strains too, darlings) as the bookmark didn’t have a 212 on the phone number, the one from Colorado had “Internet” next to the URL (and nobody did that after 1999) and we couldn’t find a listing for Polyfinger Warehouse (but do tell us if you’ve been).


a blast from the past.

the contents of the book gave us a nice soothing mid-jet-lag glow.

we used to read this particular mediation book at GB’s apartment in Los Angeles when we looked after Z (a fine example of a cornish rex) so it brought back lovely memories.

despite the memories and the glow and the tiredness we needed to venture forth into the world – we headed uptown – and met NmP for supper.

we didn’t eat here, we ate at the diner.

but this gave us a jolt of manhattan-ness as we passed through, en route.

almost looks as though we drifted, soignee-style, through 1958, no?

maybe we did……..

manhattan is a mysterious place.

jet lag (movie), jet lag (reality) and a stopped clock always tells the right time twice a day


the bedside clock battery failed.

and our internal clock is still re-adjusting from jetlag.

which we watched last night, actually.

but we Made it in on time (ED: just, darling).

and spent a few moments letting the caffeine kick in while writing in the moleskine (#132, just in case you’re keeping count, darlings)

inspiration double page spread in moleskine #132: gilt, bronze, cherubs, tiles, blue, peonies, staircases, chandeliers, paneled gorgeousness and Vita Sackville-West (the 1 subway to midtown was much improved as a result).

we’ve been a Little bit behind all day – due to the failing of the clock battery, we think – but as you know…

Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day

*you knew this was coming, right? ;-)

roll on end-of-jet-lag

(just in time for us to leave again end June…….#forEngland)

and now off for a cup of tea (ahem – Very Important Meeting) with someone splendid.