Thanks to a day lying in my bed, this Mayfair escort is now dosed up with Day Nurse and watching 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. After said cancellation, I flopped back into bed and didn’t move for another hour until raging thirst overwhelmed me. My mobile was within arm’s reach, so I could send precious emails and texts about my ailments to keep the world updated. 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 my P.A. over with a package to make you feel a million times better. I hope you’re well enough to play games with me again soon. I’ve got 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 asked 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 off, 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: Wishing you a swift recovery with these XXX.
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 pièce de résistance – 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! The man knows 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. I hope you get well-soon vibes for the weekend!
