The Sabbath

Derived from the Hebrew 'Shabbat'; to cease.

An appropriate conclusion to a seemingly endless week of utter debauchery. Cessation of all excess. A deliciously overcast day that keeps me burrowed under my duvet till the Aveda boys swing by. Tea, chocolates (them, not me!) and hugs as they leave to return whence the sprang forth, and my eyes light up at the blatant lure DIY involving paintbrushes and hammers, if I were to venture up North. Hmmmm... this could have serious potential.

I meet DDM & J for dinner in lieu, not really penitent of ditching them this morning (already in lieu of yesterday's breakfast!), and am surprised yet again....!! A mysterious bag, procured from Chelsea at the behest of Mimu, the Git. Artisan du Chocolat. I can only giggle helplessly.... Oh Alice, if you only had my life! I peek into the bag and am met by the sight of some titillating organza, that does precious little to hide the box within. "Happy Birthday, Sweet Poltu! Enjoy these truffles! Muah! Ma, Ba, Mimi & Rahul". I forget that it's not next Thursday, yet. Fortuituously, It's just too pretty to ravish, and both DDM & J shake away my offer. LOL!! Hedonisim gone mad. I'm going to look at this gorgeously decadent wrapping as I let the other truffles melt in my mouth.... and wonder what the surprise dinner will turn out to be like :). Poor DDM & Bebous! I should really give my Thursday massage to the executrix of Mim's elaborate plans. But then again, it would be in appalling taste to give back what you got, wouldn't it?

I do believe I will enjoy it on their behalf.....seriously....

P.P.S. - I'm not dying. I'm being cunningly disposed off through anaphylatic shock.