4PM sharp.

On a chilly fall afternoon, at 4pm sharp, I stop and drink a hot chocolate. Rather, every day, at 4pm sharp, I stop and drink a hot chocolate, but it tastes better on a chilly fall afternoon. I used to do bikram yoga at 4pm sharp every afternoon….the two have much in common. For one, they’re both hot.  Though the hot chocolate does not last a full 90 minutes, this ritual I have of stopping everything and clearing my head is extremely useful as my yoga practice once was… just breathe deeply and focus on your third eye.

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COOKING SUCKS

I think it really sucks to have to cook all the time. Really. And then you’re expected to write about it and give away all the special secret things you do to make such decadent sensory overload alcoholic evenings. Sometimes you just need a break from it all.

This weekend, I had really had enough of it all, so I drank a perfect manhattan,

then hopped in my car , which really is the most chic car in the entire world, I know,

and drove myself (i only had ONE drink, it’s ok.) to a magical place that normally only exists in fairy tales or the best kind of children’s books, but for me it really does exist because I’m very lucky. I hid in in bed all day eating things lovely people made for me and pushed into my lovely laura ashley room on a lovely cart on lovely china with lovely teas and jams and sausages and very lovely bacon and lovely beans and super incredible lovely pork pies and lovely bangers and mash .

…and i’d occasionally press this button….

 

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