What a rollercoaster it’s been for the past six weeks. I’ve knocked off London Fashion Week, dinner in Milan, a make-myself-better week at the Viva Mayr Clinic in Austria, a work trip to Istanbul and am now in the womb-like surroundings of Grayshott Spa in Surrey with one of my closest friends.
We are just here for a scant overnight 20hrs – all we could spare. But T is pregnant with number 3, and this will be the last chance we get to spend any time together before the baby appears, as I am off to America next week until Christmas.
When I made all these frenetic plans, I had planned on plenty of downtime inbetween trips for plain old desk work and lots of email management from the back of cabs and plane seats. What I hadn’t really counted in were some important factors: I sort of forgot I had been sick & was operating below par, and that if any curve ball came along I was screwed.
I think lil’sis having a catastrophic MS relapse, complete with ambulance rides & all night ER sessions, my laptop breaking mid-trip in Istanbul, and the leaving of my beloved Blackberry in the back seat of an EasyJet all count as curveballs.
And that is why instead of having an early night at this lovely spa, I am bashing out emails & editing photos on the shiny new netbook I bought in ten mins flat in PC World on the way here today, and posting whilst T snores gently in the vast double bed to my right. Yup, there are two double beds in this rather lovely suite in which we are ensconced.
Photo: LLG in the glorious bathroom of The W Istanbul last week