The Muse in the Mews

The man muse arrived this morning. Straight into a meeting off the red eye. Ouch.

We did what we usually do. I follow him around like an eager puppy while he runs his errands. Trip to Liberty for inspiration. Lunch, whip around the West End. Cake, more errands and back home to curl up with a cup of tea in bone china. Both of our jet lag kicked in around five. I sent him to bed before his dinner with his other girlie and home to cook for my clan.

He is off to see his people in the country tomorrow before he heads back to NYC on Sunday. I start to the count down till he is back at Christmas.