Since the 16th April...
OK, it’s been ages since I wrote about what ‘s happening over here, but I have been ill, sad, then happy again but so busy…you know, all the usual excuses. What have I been doing all this time…well, in a word, I have been working. A lot. But we also went to Edinburgh to see Krusty’s university friends get married. We shouldn’t really have, financially speaking, but Krusty insisted, and I am glad he did.
Edinburgh is a beautiful city. Go there if you haven’t been yet. The streets are sinuous and full of mystery, the castle dominates from the top o f its grey hill, and whether in the sun or under the rain its dignified air would make anyone feel humble. We went around with our luggage, probably looking like we had just been tele-transported from the City, but we still managed to climb up the hill to see everything from the top. After continuing our visit to the hotel, and left our luggage at last, we went on to climb an even higher hill: Arthur’s Seat. If you have time and courage, go! We went at sunset, and despite the pinch in the air of a Scottish evening, and my nose that was (very freely) running (the beginnings of a terrible cold that lasted all week after that), the view took my breath away – literally.
The wedding, too, was beautiful, despite the rain, which I suppose was predictable in this corner of the world. Fortunately the happy couple knew this might happen and chose an amazing castle as a location, which took all day to explore. The men were dressed in kilts, the knights’ armor was well-polished, and the traditional first dance of the newlyweds was executed to the sound of ‘Love Cats’ by The Cure. Perfect I tell you.
The following weekend we continued the search for a good time to forget the storm that is my job at the moment. Thanks to the magazine, I got a bribe of a free night out of a spa in Leicester. Of course I couldn’t refuse such a generous offer and jumped on a train to get pampered from head to toe. I think that’s what it’s called, anyway: first I was smeared with avocado and grapefruit, then scrubbed with muesli and rolled in plastic. I looked like a cereal bar. I am sure it was good for my skin, but still, it was a very strange experience indeed.
So I didn’t come back as relaxed as I thought I would. It’s a shame because I needed it. As you know one of my bosses has now left for Vogue, and the other one is on a sabbatical for six weeks saving turtles in Greece. So it’s just me, little me, on my project. I think the last straight line will be as difficult as the last few meters of a marathon…but with a little luck I did what needed to be done to keep the mag going and prove that I could be trusted. I’ll tell you about it when number two boss is back!
Maybe then I will have more time to enjoy London like we did this weekend. The weather was so lovely that we thought it was a shame not to be at the beach. So we went down to the riverbed of the Thames when the tide was out! We found lots of interesting stuff, including coal and human bones…no treasure though. Maybe I should get a metal detector… ?
posted by The rat and the monkey @ 7:03:00 AM
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