it has (sadly just) occurred to us, darlings, that this is the bit that sucks.
we were So Nervous about surgery (and cancer) and getting through it without nasty narcotic chemicals that we quite Forgot that the Worst bit might be Afterwards.
so much for back-to-original premise of blog (glorious people etc)
today we sobbed at regular intervals (thank god for general chic European appearance with trench coat and Huge dark Glasses) on park benches, on the sofa, in a lunchtime gathering place that we rarely get to but we had to call in Sick as our allergic reaction to Synthroid/Life/bloody mozzers lead to Most Unattractive Swelling of left hand up into arm (and beyond but luckily rest of body not on display due to inclement temperature).
bitchin’ ends here
the saving graces of today are as follows: labyrinth, Moonlighting, Veronique Vienne (book below) and tea.
Lots of Tea.
Don’t you just Adore the way VV talks about driving up to the Plaza in a 1953 Ford truck, swathed in satin and pearls? Divine.
The other saving grace of today was enjoying our new scented drawer liners from Crabtree & Evelyn. Summer Hill, in case you’re curious. Peach blossom, magnolia and vanilla.
Tomorrow is another day. Let’s hope the walking we did today is keeping us one step ahead of the worst mood-crashing effects of post-surgery recovery.
Feelings? Bah.
