I stepped out this morning into sheets of rain and trudged to the Tube under Guy's large penguin-handled golf umbrella, through the ghastly, soaking, soggy drenching showers. We sat there in the tube train, all of us gently steaming away in the warm humidity, every now and then shaking off a dripping coat or sopping umbrella like drenched cats. When I came out from under Green Park, the sky was already clearing but it was still cool. In the shadow of one of the pillars of The Ritz Hotel, I saw a miserable ragged heap. It turned out to be a homeless girl, all curled up with her large dog in her lap, both trying to keep warm together. I stopped to say hello - her name was Emma, and her dog's name was Kipper. He was gorgeous, all beagle and big eyes; sleepy but sociable. We chatted for a while, and I scraped out all the money from the bottom of my purse to give to her.
At work we were auctioning paintings for charity - paintings that had been done by staff, for staff. I nearly bought one, but at the last minute decided to save my money for my first piece of archery equipment - my very own recurve bow (which will not be cheap). But it was fun, nevertheless, seeing others bidding, winning or losing on the works - which were all lovely. I'm running my own after-hours auctions on eBay - selling off vintage Judge Dredd comics. Some of them make money, others don't.
This afternoon we prepared for a special Evening Reception at work. I imbibed three glasses of the most dangerous substance on Planet Earth - champagne. Yuck! But I did get to meet one of the most famous and formidable Auctioneers in the world. He was charming and interesting. It really has been a week of movie star magic for me at this place ... yes, I met a movie star too but he's a client of the company and discretion is advised. How cool, though!
Today I did something bad again unfortunately. I sent a text message about Guy to my sister - not a complimentary one - unfortunately I sent it to Guy by mistake instead. Now this is something I've done recently to someone else I rather love and respect, and I couldn't believe my own stupidity and crassness today, doing it all over again. Really, will I never learn!? I truly am my own worst enemy sometimes!
When I got home, hot and sweaty, dishevelled and exhausted, I sat down to watch Pollock - a movie about Jackson Pollock. Guy had watched it before and found it depressing and sad. Me - I was more disturbed and intrigued. As the movie came to an end, Guy walked in. He had forgiven me - amazingly - and bought me a kite.
Now, let me tell you, this gift has got to be one of the best I've ever been given. Here's why:
1. It was a complete surprise - there was no rhyme or reason for it's arrival - he bought it for me "just because".
2. It was given on a non-event day. No birthday, no anniversary, no "forgive and forget". He saw it and he thought I'd like it, so he bought it.
3. It's a kite. No-one has ever bought me a kite before. It's a creature of the outdoors and the air, like me. It has no purpose other than to entertain and bring me (and others) joy.
A kite. He bought me a kite. Truly, he is a Prince among Men, and I adore him more and more every day!
He looked at me tonight and said "I couldn't live without your prickliness, you know. It's one of the things that makes you Margo."
And as I sit and write this now, I'm thinking of Emma and Kipper. I do hope they had a good day, and that they found shelter tonight and food and a place to sleep. I hope I don't see them again tomorrow morning in the shadow of the Ritz, in the place where Princes sleep.
I hope that they're ok.
At work we were auctioning paintings for charity - paintings that had been done by staff, for staff. I nearly bought one, but at the last minute decided to save my money for my first piece of archery equipment - my very own recurve bow (which will not be cheap). But it was fun, nevertheless, seeing others bidding, winning or losing on the works - which were all lovely. I'm running my own after-hours auctions on eBay - selling off vintage Judge Dredd comics. Some of them make money, others don't.
This afternoon we prepared for a special Evening Reception at work. I imbibed three glasses of the most dangerous substance on Planet Earth - champagne. Yuck! But I did get to meet one of the most famous and formidable Auctioneers in the world. He was charming and interesting. It really has been a week of movie star magic for me at this place ... yes, I met a movie star too but he's a client of the company and discretion is advised. How cool, though!
Today I did something bad again unfortunately. I sent a text message about Guy to my sister - not a complimentary one - unfortunately I sent it to Guy by mistake instead. Now this is something I've done recently to someone else I rather love and respect, and I couldn't believe my own stupidity and crassness today, doing it all over again. Really, will I never learn!? I truly am my own worst enemy sometimes!
When I got home, hot and sweaty, dishevelled and exhausted, I sat down to watch Pollock - a movie about Jackson Pollock. Guy had watched it before and found it depressing and sad. Me - I was more disturbed and intrigued. As the movie came to an end, Guy walked in. He had forgiven me - amazingly - and bought me a kite.
Now, let me tell you, this gift has got to be one of the best I've ever been given. Here's why:
1. It was a complete surprise - there was no rhyme or reason for it's arrival - he bought it for me "just because".
2. It was given on a non-event day. No birthday, no anniversary, no "forgive and forget". He saw it and he thought I'd like it, so he bought it.
3. It's a kite. No-one has ever bought me a kite before. It's a creature of the outdoors and the air, like me. It has no purpose other than to entertain and bring me (and others) joy.
A kite. He bought me a kite. Truly, he is a Prince among Men, and I adore him more and more every day!
He looked at me tonight and said "I couldn't live without your prickliness, you know. It's one of the things that makes you Margo."
And as I sit and write this now, I'm thinking of Emma and Kipper. I do hope they had a good day, and that they found shelter tonight and food and a place to sleep. I hope I don't see them again tomorrow morning in the shadow of the Ritz, in the place where Princes sleep.
I hope that they're ok.
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