I’ve managed, yet again, to lose one of my phones – I have three: a BlackBerry, an iPhone & the Samsung Galaxy. I lost my BlackBerry on the plane to Marrakech at New Year and, no sooner had I reclaimed the iPhone from the Grosvenor House Hotel, I managed to mislay it again somewhere in my apartment. Usually I would just expect it to turn up, but a week later…nothing. (Worried it fell in the bin by mistake.) So, instead of Instagramming my week, I thought I’d post my days here instead. (Evening activities in a separate post.)
There’s been quite a lot of eating: I took my sister to Wagamama for noodles, as she was being annoying and I was being grumpy. I diagnosed low blood sugar, and thus a double Coke/ramen order put us back on track.
I had a meeting at The Dorchester, and the PR took us on a sneak peak of one of the new suites – essentially an apartment, before the next guests checked in. I just wanted to move straight in: they feel so properly English but without that awful gilt furniture smart hotels adore. These rooms have glorious printed wallpapers, and chic sofas. There’s almost a domestic feel: like the pied a terre of a very wealthy single godmother with immaculate taste.
On Tuesday, my Twitter feed went insane with lovely followers Tweeting me snapshots of my Hunter ad in this week’s Grazia. I hadn’t realised it was running, so that was exciting.
There was some more hotel action, when I went to meet the people behind the shiny new Thompson Hotels first London property: Belgraves, on the site of the old Belgravia Sheraton. There’s a Hix on the ground floor – a great breakfast meeting venue for the area, I’d think, and a fabulously enticing bar on the first floor. I know where I’ll be going for evening drinks if I’m around Chelsea or Knightsbridge. And then there was this bathroom in one of the rooms. Fabulous. (Yes, there are privacy blinds, if you require…)
My father came up to London to do some DIY for my sister, so I snaffled his drill skills to put my new office noticeboard. We went for Lebanese lunch at my local Mezza Express on Parkway in Camden. Shredded Halloumi stuffed flatbreads. I die.
And tonight, I am on rat duty.