As a rule, I’m not a fan of big gatherings. Today was Easter Sunday. The entire clan came over to our place for lunch. Was I a happy bunny? I’ll let you do the maths…
Mind you, I am capable of being a semi-genial host, so I hope none of our guests noticed that whilst I was walking around with a plate of salmon pie in one hand and filo tarts in the other, I was desperately willing time to move faster so that my wife and I could get our little haven back to ourselves. I started the day by enoying a few sprays of Dior Homme; it was only much later in the evening that I realised – with a chuckle of Saharan dryness – that a more appropriate choice would have been Guerlain’s Vol De Nuit – Evasion. Weird how both fragrances evoke potent images of the sort of cooking one carries out at around Christmas.
Not much else to blog about at the moment, except to say that a) I haven’t had a chance to play with the toys that arrived the other day (see previous post) and b) I’m very much looking forward to the end of the week, because we’re off to Istanbul for a few days. I wonder if the city’s perfume scene will be as interesting as Tangiers’.
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I'm not a fan of big gatherings either. But I'm on the receiving end of 'hospitality' and similarly have to make a go of it. Hadn't thought of wearing perfume as my armour – but will do so next time! Although Vol de Nuit might not be my choice. Perhaps I can find a perfume called 'Silence'?
My strategies are to avoid eye contact and not to initiate coversation unless absolutely necessary. And yes, I am a complete odd bodd!