I am, the epitome of the elegance
of travel last seen in a bygone era, soigné and sophisticated, my butler “Bunter”
is tarrying behind as usual, bowed under a ziggurat of scented
monogrammed valises made from
ostriches hand reared on a diet of Jersey double cream and rose petals.
Dream on woman!
There are some things that don't
travel well. Ripe cheese, jars of tadpoles and German zeppelins. Alas, yours truly was made for travel.
What has brought this on? Nothing
other than the good fortune of an impromptu design meeting. I love to fly by the seat of my pants, turn
on a dime, or take life as it comes. Although,
I would love to have a butler. Is it too
late to put an advert in the LA Times? Capable experienced butler required as
ladies' companion. Bar tending experience
an advantage.
Barbados for three days!
Perfect.
Back soon you know where to send
the expired Valium prescriptions and anything else.
Hotel desk if you are reading
this, I'll be in the bar at 11 pm for bubbles.
Nature I salute thee.
