After a delicious meal (in all senses) with two of my most recent travel companions, Kelly and Ernest, at Sushi-Say near Willesden, I was only naturally inspired to write.
I managed to arrive early! To meet my friends. My text to Kelly upon picking Ernest up read: 'Mon Dieu! I'm early!!! & Ernest is not here. Never been in that situation before! What to do. What to do. Haha. It's fine. I'll cope. See ya, Baby xxx'.
Once the three of us sat at the table in the Japanese restaurant, Kelly looked at me in a slightly suspicious way and said:
"You look well, Haldita. So, how have you been?"
I looked at my friend with a cheeky smile, head tilted, eyes rolling, and gave her a slight nod.
"Of course," Kelly murmured in her exquisite, womanly manner, "Oh! Go on then, what have you been up to?"
"I met someone considerably older than myself," I began, "At Shiba's birthday bash, and she made me do my special dance in front of her guests three times over! While I tried to play some cool house music, I seemed to have made an impact with my moves."
"You see," Ernest added. "You always get to meet guys! Go on."
"The party started as a girls' night for Shiba's birthday when these two guys who knew someone there appeared. They disappeared, but towards the end of the night, they returned to join our group, which was mixed by then. One guy looked particularly 'interesting', so we got chatting, and after the dance, he asked me not to drive home for safety reasons and stay at a friend's in the vicinity, namely his place."
At this point, Ernest, digging deep into the soya chicken with his chopstick, got excited and managed to slide the stick into the sauce and there it was... Soya everywhere! But no harm done.
Laughingly, Kelly said, "I think that was meant for you, Haldita! I wanted to slap you with that grin when I asked how you were!" She brushed her hand in the air to show her physical reaction.
The plates of mouth-watering courses kept changing as our conversation steamed up.
"Let me tell you, we didn't go back to his place, but he's so fit for a man of that age!" I was being judgemental. "Besides, I've hardly been out with an older man! We've met a few times since, and he rocks my boat for now."
"So ...?" Ernest wondered after listening deeply into the conversation.
"You know me," I uttered, "Actually, I don't know me! Who knows?!"
Ernest went on to tell us of his exciting past weeks of golfing and general business talk.
Kelly mentioned an incident of betrayal amongst friends, and how she went to see a movie made by a director she was acquainted with and told the story to, only to come across that same storyline in the film. Hopefully, the couple missed that movie!
Then again, movies are made from life, and life is made of film.
As most of the week had passed with working towards my new project with Charlotte and with the last of the summer sun blasting through the streets of London, I decided to take Thursday off for Pilates, followed by an afternoon of pleasure, lying in the sun, by the pool at the private Hurlingham Club in their newly refurbished surround at Bardo's invite. A great girl whose friendship has been nothing but pleasure and total loyalty from both parties. There was much catching up as we lay by the clear blue swimming pool, on sunbeds, under the cloudless sky and the warm heat of the last summer sun... In bliss.
Today, I even took Troy for lunch under the sun, followed by a tour around his new pub, all newly decorated by his hard work, looking smashing. It is incredible how the decoration of a place can totally change its image. Besides, the energy you put into a place makes it much more special. The New Inn is fab. Well done, my friend.
Thursday evening, I had to rummage through the packed summer clothes and de-closet my navy, shelled, fitted dress for an enchanting and inspiring evening at Leighton House near Holland Park.
Tree of Life - Visions from Gardens of Eden was the exhibition by Suad Al Attar, an Iraqi born who was described in the Independent as 'Through her brushstrokes and scraping, she turns pain to beauty'. 'She offers the opportunity of listening to poetry with the eyes'. Suad believes: "Your identity is what you do, not who you are married to".
Or who your father is.
We are on our own to make it... Or break it.
Paintings by Suad Al Attar.
I managed to arrive early! To meet my friends. My text to Kelly upon picking Ernest up read: 'Mon Dieu! I'm early!!! & Ernest is not here. Never been in that situation before! What to do. What to do. Haha. It's fine. I'll cope. See ya, Baby xxx'.
Once the three of us sat at the table in the Japanese restaurant, Kelly looked at me in a slightly suspicious way and said:
"You look well, Haldita. So, how have you been?"
I looked at my friend with a cheeky smile, head tilted, eyes rolling, and gave her a slight nod.
"Of course," Kelly murmured in her exquisite, womanly manner, "Oh! Go on then, what have you been up to?"
"I met someone considerably older than myself," I began, "At Shiba's birthday bash, and she made me do my special dance in front of her guests three times over! While I tried to play some cool house music, I seemed to have made an impact with my moves."
"You see," Ernest added. "You always get to meet guys! Go on."
"The party started as a girls' night for Shiba's birthday when these two guys who knew someone there appeared. They disappeared, but towards the end of the night, they returned to join our group, which was mixed by then. One guy looked particularly 'interesting', so we got chatting, and after the dance, he asked me not to drive home for safety reasons and stay at a friend's in the vicinity, namely his place."
At this point, Ernest, digging deep into the soya chicken with his chopstick, got excited and managed to slide the stick into the sauce and there it was... Soya everywhere! But no harm done.
Laughingly, Kelly said, "I think that was meant for you, Haldita! I wanted to slap you with that grin when I asked how you were!" She brushed her hand in the air to show her physical reaction.
The plates of mouth-watering courses kept changing as our conversation steamed up.
"Let me tell you, we didn't go back to his place, but he's so fit for a man of that age!" I was being judgemental. "Besides, I've hardly been out with an older man! We've met a few times since, and he rocks my boat for now."
"So ...?" Ernest wondered after listening deeply into the conversation.
"You know me," I uttered, "Actually, I don't know me! Who knows?!"
Ernest went on to tell us of his exciting past weeks of golfing and general business talk.
Kelly mentioned an incident of betrayal amongst friends, and how she went to see a movie made by a director she was acquainted with and told the story to, only to come across that same storyline in the film. Hopefully, the couple missed that movie!
Then again, movies are made from life, and life is made of film.
As most of the week had passed with working towards my new project with Charlotte and with the last of the summer sun blasting through the streets of London, I decided to take Thursday off for Pilates, followed by an afternoon of pleasure, lying in the sun, by the pool at the private Hurlingham Club in their newly refurbished surround at Bardo's invite. A great girl whose friendship has been nothing but pleasure and total loyalty from both parties. There was much catching up as we lay by the clear blue swimming pool, on sunbeds, under the cloudless sky and the warm heat of the last summer sun... In bliss.
Today, I even took Troy for lunch under the sun, followed by a tour around his new pub, all newly decorated by his hard work, looking smashing. It is incredible how the decoration of a place can totally change its image. Besides, the energy you put into a place makes it much more special. The New Inn is fab. Well done, my friend.
Thursday evening, I had to rummage through the packed summer clothes and de-closet my navy, shelled, fitted dress for an enchanting and inspiring evening at Leighton House near Holland Park.
Tree of Life - Visions from Gardens of Eden was the exhibition by Suad Al Attar, an Iraqi born who was described in the Independent as 'Through her brushstrokes and scraping, she turns pain to beauty'. 'She offers the opportunity of listening to poetry with the eyes'. Suad believes: "Your identity is what you do, not who you are married to".
Or who your father is.
We are on our own to make it... Or break it.
Paintings by Suad Al Attar.
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