ninetwelvetwentyfive

(attracting stares in the emirates lounge in dubai.  t-shirt and circle scarf american apparel, uniqlo skinny jeans, karim rashid for melissa shoes which you can’t quite see but are awesome, karen walker necklace, prada glasses)

i might look incredibly boho when i travel .. this is my usual outfit, minus the topshop pleat trench coat thrown over the top .. but i have done so much flying back and forth from NZ this year that i am apparently a “high value” customer for emirates and so i am allowed into their lounge.   the assembled businessmen gape at me, the ladies look at me like i’m a high-class hooker.   for me, it’s just a slightly mellower place to drink coffee and read weblogs while i wait to board ek001.

while this journey has been less hideous than it could have been, it’s still been vile as every single minute spent in the air takes me further and further away from the rockstar diplomat.   i had a dreamlike ten days with him in new zealand.  for a couple that’s spent very little time in each other’s company thus far, we glide alongside each other very smoothly.   there is nothing better than lying in his big comfortable bed (*our* bed, as he always corrects me) watching films, kissing and dozing in each other’s arms.   well, almost nothing ;->

but now i am heading back to london again .. one last long separation before we are together for good.   i can’t wait.

i don’t have very many pretty things to write today .. be kind, i’ve just come off a 14 hour flight.  more, inevitably, when i get home.