I went to work today :)
Got a call to go in to a venture capital company on St James's Square. I always, without fail, get sent to Mayfair/Piccadilly/St James's...Shouldn't complain eh?
They wanted me to type up a looong proposal for a turbine generator wind farm. Whenever you type long official documents, you always know you'll come across something to make you laugh. It was all I could do not to snort out loud.
Anyone want to guess?
"...when this project winds up."
I had a lovely sunny lunch on a park bench in the square, exchanging quick texts with my cousin James. These twenty-somethings. He says he has plans every night, when all he wants to do is sleep.
So why doesn't he just sleep???
He's a financial advisor, which can't be a fun job to do when you're yawning.
Finance seems to be the most accepting field. My cousin studied history and has been in finance for the past couple of years.
Even my best friend who studied medicine did his own stint in a pin-stripe suit.
So you know I showed you the bathroom at the hotel in Verona. This serviced office I was in today was lush! It felt like a resort, with nice plush chairs scattered around the lounge in small meeting configurations with Japanese screens.
It's one of those former posh townhouses that belonged to noble families with country seats. They'd come to London for the Season (winter, when there was nothing to do in the country) where their daughters would "come out" into society. The most privileged might even be presented at Court. St James's Court it was back then...Sorry, I am rambling, but this always happens when I have been in St J. Square.
What I meant to say was, the crown mouldings and Georgian colour schemes were preserved on the ceilings. Overall, though the working spaces were very modern, the ceilings were totally left in the past. The office I worked in looks like it may have been the Music Room and there were even two chandeliers - the mouldings of instruments were similar to those in the same room from Norfolk House at the V&A Museum, though no gold was in sight: it was all white, yellow and Wedgwood blue. By the way, Norfolk House was only a couple of doors down, looking very rebuilt.
The bathroom was like a hotel loo, there was even a shower room next door. It was the first "public toilet" I nearly sat on. The room was wood panelled, with granite counters, Molton Brown soap and lotion, and little flannel hand towels you throw in a laundry bin.
Geez, even at my members club they give us paper towels!!! (Which by the way, I will not be rejoining as I have discovered other things to do (secret for now). I know, no more descriptions of piano recitals and opera evenings and guinea fowl and foie gras....Oh shut up I might change my mind...nope...I must be resolved.)
Rebecca and Rox, if you want to go, you have to do it before October, ok? I still want to take you.
That is all. I am typed out.