london's dimes square (???)
living in London now... going to parties
I’m writing this from a tiny studio flat in North London which I’ve filled with my few bits of furniture—an antique writing desk with one of those roll-down tops and a writing slant, two bookcases and many books, a glow-in-the-dark plastic St Michael statue from a Coptic church in Cairo, a new Italian coffee machine which I bought at Harrods with a wad of cash. Two bunches of peonies, the love-spoon my grandfather carved, a Romanian enamel coffee pot, a rose-scented rosary which I never pray anymore, two heavy gilt-framed mirrors from my boat era, hundreds of records, 400 thread count sateen sheets in deep burgundy. I’ve been smoking in bed and burning the Cire Trudon candle I got from the minibar at Claridge’s. On my wall there’s a St Dymphna prayer card with a prayer for nervous illness written on the back.
