"Research"

  Loving being able to spend time justifiably surfing the net for inspiration now I think it is  "work" of sorts....I loved the exhibit pictured on the left-twas in an exhibition at the Chateau de Vascoeul close to our French idyll.  More to follow from there.....

  However, have been somewhat distracted today by our gorgeous puppy Tallulah-Belle having an operation.  She is finally home, with one of those silly but vital collars to prevent stitch nibbling.....

  Stephen is off hob-nobbing with the glitterati tonight at the Grosvenor House Hotel, so any attempt to get him to add any profound musings will have to wait for now.  Trying this morning to get him to conform to the idea of wearing a "black tie" was nigh on impossible.  He has ended up with a vaguely conventional top half paired with tartan trews...hope they are understanding that he is a "creative" in all things!

  I had to shop for party garb today, never a life-enhancing experience.  Far too much time has to be spent looking in mirrors, facing the reality of real age/shape over the fantasy in my head.......Have ended up with a "spandex" cream & black miracle of a dress, paired with some cute black/purple slightly lower than normal heels, so I can dance all night without going barefoot..very "Mad Men"esque-but will still have to do battle with the carb cravings.....A well deserved V&T is to hand (low-cal tonic :)) whilst I contemplate Battersea Power Station as a music venue - I am really, really curious to see how the "Secret Garden Party" events people manage to stage it....Photos will follow (assuming that is that I am in a fit state to take any....

  Having a rare moment of loving London in all its grey glory.  Summer is the time of year that least suits this great city. London is not a place naturally geared up to cope with heat  beyond spring.  There should be a law that we all need to flee to the country or beach for forced r'nr July to August. It is not like people could not keep their fingers on the pulse.  Productivity would soar in September, but maybe that is the old hippy in me talking. I can hear Mr Murray the pup landlord saying:  "That would be France" Capitalism would never tolerate that prospect.  It will not stop me persuing this goal in my own life tho...

  Off to cook pizza & give Talullah a cuddle....tis going to be a long, dark night (of the soul)-see David Lynch video link I just added.

Avesnes en Bray au printemps