eiderdown heaven with edna ferber (in book form) and a burst of evening birdsong


we felt a little under-the-weatherness creeping or rather Descending upon us.

many have been ill (around here and, we hear, in Other parts of the world) so we Knew it might arrive at teamgloria towers – actually, it hasn’t quite Yet – but that’s because, after our Very Early appointment across town this morning, we have spent the Rest Of The Day In Bed. eiderdownheaven



we did write the book about returning to the boudoir to rest…….after. all.

so we took our own advice (not Always a good concept but today, an excellent one).


luckily we had Edna Ferber for company.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAonly in book form, although it might have been fun to let her have the other set of pillows as we both read into the afternoon, drowsing gently to BBC (*doffs_cap*) Radio 4 (rather good serial of Miss Austen’s earlier works around tea-time).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMs. Ferber had Such a good Attitude to life:OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand there it IS that lovely phrase: “eiderdown heaven”OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAhow we long for a house with weekend guests and soaps that match the towels.

we used to have one (not a house but an apartment) – with four bedrooms if you can believe that – and a Terrace and dinner parties and – well – that’s for Another Time (or a novel, probably safest, darlings).  



now that the sun has gone down (and a vast FULL MOON arisen in the night sky), we feel a lot better.

especially because a (Bright, no doubt) Young Thing said she picked up the book and felt better (after some tears which are to be expected if one is also on medical leave, as young Harriet was).

harrietmost amusing to find out that who-we-are-in-RL knows her boss (the Editor in Chief and terribly smart Lady of a slightly Saucy magazine for young women) who hasn’t (until now) read the book herself.


but is going to do so now.

and has said so publicly. Screen Shot 2014-03-15 at 8.24.57 PMthat’s great.

wonder how many books have been bought by lovely people and Taken Home to be enjoyed in the quiet surroundings of their own boudoir?

sightingduomomilanoa copy was spotted at the Duomo in Milan courtesy of the Very Chic Elisabetta Ferrari (yes, the one that writes for Vogue Italia)

sightingfreebirdbureauthe book took a nap after arriving in Hamburg and met a kitten at Freebird Bureau


while catching a few california rays, closer to home (thanks to Kate for this one!)sightingKoreanAir

it needed all those cat naps because it had also taken a Very Long (14 hours?) flight from Washington to KOREA (the Southern part) with our good friend Seoul Flaneur sightinglanie

and here it is with Lanie Denslow’s own book (which is a highly recommended read if you are in International Business and we know that many of you Are these days).

yesterday was also a lovely day – and a very long one – and coincidentally – involved an actual In Person Breakfast with the aforementioned kind Ms. Denslow herself. 

we set off (by car, but wouldn’t it be lovely one day by Carriage?)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the sky was an incredibly uplifting sight.

we had breakfast at a Quirky HotelOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwe then decided to take a walk (always frowned upon by uniformed Officials in Los Angeles but we throw caution to the wind as you know)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAbecause it’s virtually impossible to take photographs of roses by the kerbside from a speeding (not that fast but sometimes tis true) car.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAor interesting Scaffolding and posters and nice vehicles unless one is walking and Looking (the looking bit is extremely vital) OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAso there you have it.

well, there was another bit that we can’t really talk about but it was a Chance encounter with someone of very advanced age who also, like us, grew up in another Land, and happened to be downtown yesterday and after we had waited (in the shade) for a little vegetarian rice bowl (jolly good) at the Thai food trucks by the Department of Water and Power (a nicer setting than one might expect) we sat and ate our lunch with him and Listened because sometimes that’s the nicest thing to do on a sunny afternoon in downtown los angeles.

do you know the other nicest thing to do on an early evening-time-in-southern-california during mid-March?

listen to birdsong.

and, due to the magic of digital devices and uploading and inter-titles and a bit of shaky camerawork – you Can Too.

oh you’re Most welcome!

what did You want to become, darlings?

when you were small (playground size and we don’t mean those dodgy clubs south of the river where the cabs don’t go)……what did you want to be?


we used to pour over Magazines (we still do) and dream of becoming Noel Coward and (note Not Or but And) Cecil Beaton and Nancy Mitford.

plus ca change then darlings….

but You?

what/who/inWhatForm did you want to become as a “grown-up”?

we never really became disillusioned with our dreams because we sort of don’t listen to dull people (Noel, Cecil and Nancy taught us well). viewer-2 viewer-3 Yes, there are moments when we think: “oh dear god(s), how are we going to make a living Next?!”

but then we remember we’ve done this So many times and had So many Adventures – real ones – in Foreign far-off Lands or just dreamed of in the back of a pub in Camden Town or while a teenager and walking despairingly across the cliffs of southern england with nothing in our pockets but a crumpled pound note (pre coins, love) and then suddenly (or, you know, a decade later) there we are – in Milan – about to get up on stage to talk in front of a room of GORGEOUS people after a famous fashion designer (ok, Donatella, there, we Said it) and thought, “Yes! this is Exactly how we imagined it”.

plus who could get worried about the Future when there are twinkle lights and a portrait of Jean done by Bailey to enjoy chez teamgloria.

as we said to a good friend the other day – the point is to Dream.

and then we made them smile, slowly, when we said:

we never wanted to be Moneypenny
we wanted to be James.
and now we’re heading towards being M (Judi, not the new chap – oops – did we just ruin Skyfall for you?)

so, darlings.

what did you want to become when you grew up?

and are you there yet?

it’s good isn’t it?


and all that jazz.

(we saw you at the back on the Other coast with that hand action – very good – actually remarkably sprightly if we do say so – Bob – can we call him Bob? he would have loved that move. well, Bob invented that move. right?)


roaming the hotel hallways taking pictures of chandeliers

It’s late.

In a few time zones.

And we’re flying back tomorrow.

But we can’t sleep.

So we went for a wander.

To take a last look at European decadence and sit on the stairs looking up at the chandeliers while the guests downstairs bid a fond farewell to each other and drifted into the night or entwined betwixt and between the night and the hours to come.








One last look at Italian crystals twinkling and sparkling in the sumptuous surroundings.

Such Divine opulence.



grazie. prego. and other words we used today.


there were Many Meetings today.

and a tiny bit of Italian spoken, by us, (the Italians spoke a Lot of it and all with fantastic hand gestures and a lot of thoughtful lips pursed as they stirred crunchy brown sugar into their piccolo espresso.)

but – this being Italy – there was also a Lunch.

which is ever such a delicious (literally) way to do business.





Hotel Principe Di Savoia Milano is beyond divine.








Our trip is done.

There’s a Large pot of Tea in front of us.

And a flashing ever-present-red-light on the blackberry.


Perhaps a small walk into dusk over Milano.

And an Early Night.

For tomorrow we return, swathed in a black cashmere pashmina, our bags nestled in the back of a towncar, en route to Another Airport.

For now – grazie, Milano.

prego, signora

says Milano.

In our head, at least.

Italy? Or heaven?

Sunset over Milan as we landed from Paris (god, doesn’t that make the Most Delicious Sentence, darlings?)

dear god(s).

did we land in Italy……….

Or Heaven?


To quote Julie Andrews (as Maria)

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good


It’s going to be So Hard to leave this room tomorrow…….

But we just swam (agonizingly healthy, right?)

Landed at linate airport at 19:45. A smooth Italian sentence at the smooth Italian driver and we sped off towards Town.

An hour later we were swimming lengths in the pool on the 10th floor.

just teamgloria.

The driver had other things to do.

we are going to relish this beauty…


A tiny bit breathless.

To be honest.

We feel faint around such deliciousness as you know….

perdu en route

dearest reader

send a soothing bubble bath, a warm blanket (preferably in the softest camel hue of cashmere/wool mix) and a pot of tea and a proper china cup and saucer…………

………….for we are perdu en route. or at least our tired soul and sense of humour/humor is most definitely missing………….

we missed our flight from milan to paris – rescued our baggage (sadly 11.5 kilos pushed the silver samsonite over the edge for european planes and they whisked him away as we wiped away a frightened tear.

the next time we saw silver samsonite he was abandoned in lost luggage with a nasty blue plastic fastener (which took air france an age to remove just now) – we sprung him free – checked into later flight (alas Orly, not CDG this one) and had to see him be taken away again

And THEN on arrival in paris he had been burst open!

quelle horreur!!

all team gloria’s cables for all our hi-tech devices (and satin – blush – undergarments) EXPOSED.

the shame. the frustration. the fury burgeoning in our growly stomach.

the taxi queue was so horribly long that we bought a train ticket (in french, if you fancy that ;)

and will find our way to the hotel TOO many hours later than planned……….with scotch tape (gaffer tape for you theatrical types) keeping silver samsonite from exposing himself once more.

grumpy. tired. and a bit plump from too much bread, cheese and (ahem) gallette gateau second est une choux avec creme.


need. to. sleep.


sont-ils luxembourg our sant-michel la prochaine?!

what not to say #2.

team gloria woke up to the sound of trains and just KNEW they were italian. and they were. but so horribly close to the hotel ;-)

after a deliciously simple breakfast and a cursory reading of the WSJ european edition (hmmm, the world of finance and big business seems to be heading for the hills, no?) we took a walk and found a beautiful church, a small row of shops – a cafe, a newsagent and a fruit stand – yes, we’re going to be there in a few moments enjoying some downtime before an afternoon and evening of (day job) work.

btw, what NOT to say #2: the amount of people who’ve emailed team gloria and said:

“they don’t think it’s serious if the surgery isn’t until september 9th”

have caused us to wrinkle up our noses in pain and shudder silently at the unthinking hurt they cause.

so we respond:

it was the first available surgery date.

and try to move on with our day in milano, darlings.

photographs later, we promise.