Thanks to a day lying in my bed, this Mayfair escort now dosed up with Day Nurse and watching truly abysmal daytime television, I have managed to muster up the strength to write this Blog entry. Although I do feel as though I’m dying, it isn’t quite as horrendous as yesterday.
So, I had to cancel Jed. Well, after said cancellation, I flopped back into bed and didn’t move for another hour until raging thirst overwhelmed me. My mobile was thankfully within arm’s reach, so I was able to send a few precious emails and texts and keep the world updated as to my ailments. And then I cracked a smile. It was more of a thousand mega-watt grin – Jed from his penthouse apartment in Kensington sent me this;
YOU POOR, POOR DARLING. I AM SENDING OVER MY P. A WITH A PACKAGE TO MAKE YOU FEEL A MILLION TIMES BETTER. HOPE YOU’RE WELL ENOUGH TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME AGAIN SOON. HAVE A SWEATY SESSION IN CHELSEA BOOKED FOR US, FOLLOWED BY DINNER IN HAMPSTEAD. J XXX
So I sent back that I was at home in bed and for her to tell my doorman that she had a special delivery for me because I had previously buzzed down that I was ill and not to be disturbed.
Within two hours, my buzzer went, and I wrapped my silk kimono over my greying nightie and padded over to my front door. Gina bounded up the stairs in her four-inch Manolos – impressive! – And handed me a large box tied with a ribbon. She air-kissed me goodbye and was gone in a sweep of Chanel perfume and hairspray. I kicked the door shut and retired to my sick bed.
The box was from Selfridges, tied with a pink bow and with a gift card in between the sheets of tissue paper. It read: GET WELL SOON WITH THESE XXX and bless him, he had thought of everything. There was a bottle of Lucozade, a 24-pack of Sudafed, fluffy socks, Green and black Peppermint chocolate, ultra-balm tissues, Jo Malone Blue Agava & Cacao bath oil and the piece de resistance – a Missoni onesie! Made from the softest fleece and striped in the Missoni trademark colours, it zipped from crotch to throat and even had a hood. It was truly perfect! Bless his heart! Well, the man does know where and how to do his London Shopping correctly!
So I slipped on, munched, used and swallowed the contents of my survival kit, wondering if I should have played the ill card long ago and dozed through day two of The Cold From Hell. Wish me get-well-soon vibes for the weekend!
