"Her life developed a routine. She would stay in bed until 11, breakfasting on weak China tea and what she picked from a plate of fruit. She would then get up and have her bath, with the aid of Ruby Gordon, her dresser, and select her clothes and jewelry. Her shoes and cigarette lighters were cleaned every morning, and her hairdresser, René, called on her regularly. Sometimes she would play with her dogs, two Sealyhams named Pippin and Johnny and a King Charles spaniel named Rowley. At 12:30 she would appear looking groomed and fresh and go to her desk, on which sat a large glass of fresh orange juice and her mail. Then came lunch, with the Queen Mother and members of the household. Night after night, usually in a party of six or eight, she would visit theaters, restaurants, and nightclubs, smoking cigarettes through a long holder between courses and sipping whiskey." - Anne de Courcy, Snowdon: The Biography
how i envy her lifestyle. my hyenas couldn't understand why i detest work so much and always said this is part and parcel of life. they just don't understand people can be happy doing nothing in particular.
ReplyDeletei totally understand that... and sometimes i think i've been influenced by you on this subject, or at the very least, your atitude has validated my inherent sloth. i think doing nothing is the greatest luxury of ALL. it's even better than having a chauffeur. it's something that ah bu has always nagged me about, as she thrives on activity, do this do that buy this buy that. i shall blog on this subject today i think.
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