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Take the Orient Express to the beach

Posted Jul 2, 2008

Returning to Milan as a tanned goddess

Regionale back to Milan

Spend the evening (three hours this time, why oh why?) in an un-air-conditioned carriage with Americans discussing “Hooters bar”. No idea why tanning has to be so difficult.

Glow In the Dark - Next day (white outfit) in the office there is no sign of Mr. G in the lift…perhaps he is still in Portofino with J.Lo? Lunchtime arrives and still no-one has mentioned my tan. Next time I will opt for a sun lamp, unless of course I get a better offer.

Post-Pranzo - The press office has sent through today’s coverage…I am faced with Mr. G and Mrs. J Lo… AGAIN. Today, their pool (despite it being an infinity one, filled with purified saltwater and two minutes from a waiter…blah, blah) looks a little crowded ….maybe it’s because it has two A-Lister’s in it? Would it look so small if I were there instead of J-Lo?? I don’t think so!!! Finally, a reason, why I should swim with Mr. G and not an A-lister! Next time I am in the lift with Mr. G I intend to tell him.

Post-
Lavoro - After studying my gossip mag again (we all need five minutes every now and then to switch off) I realized there was no sign of my beloved Mr. Gandy in the Portofino pics? Perhaps he took Marc Antony to see the sights??

Go home as I must see my cat/house in daylight once this week. Sadly my cat is not the most affectionate of animals because a) I'm never at home and b) I have been known to feed her a diet not always suited to her species. As is her usual way after a few days without me being at home she decides to attack me the minute I walk in the door in a fit of jealous rage. Uncertain how I will explain the very unsightly scratches at work (must remember to book a manicure tmw), other than a night passion. Wonder what the company policy is on amore????

Go to feed the cat and remember the thing I was supposed to do on the way home from my aperitivo. With everything closed (it's la dolce vita...we don't do supermarkets after 6pm or on weekends) I am forced to feed the cat a cheeseburger from McDonalds. I leave a little bowl of soya milk by the side by way of apology (even though according to the burger's wrapper she has received 49% of her protein today).

Sometimes its just give, give, give.

Love in the first degree at behindtheseamsgirl@gmail.com

 

 

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