Well… somehow it’s November again. Despite the fact that November does appear to happen every year, being 11 months into the year so soon never fails to surprise me. My winter coats and ski boots have come out of storage, my bikinis have been packed away, and I’m necking 5000iu of Vitamin D a day (not a euphemism) just to combat the 4pm darkness. Damn, I really should be on a beach somewhere…. 

Speaking of which I will give only one piece of advice about visiting Zanzibar. Whatever you do, don’t visit during an election 🤣 I will fill you in on the Zanzibar adventure/disaster in person. Still, it made me grateful for… electricity, hot running water, and a leader that doesn’t decide to start killing everyone when they don’t get their own way.

Last month I celebrated my birthday in style and wanted to say a massive thank you for the gestures big and small. Thoughtfulness is an aphrodisiac… so now I know who to give special treatment 😉

My hopes for this coming season I feel are realistic: a Birkin, a 1976 Mercedes SL in red with “B1LL13” registration plate, and ideally to leave London tomorrow morning and return sometime in March after an extended stay in the Caribbean. Failing these simple requests, I have some other ideas for things we could enjoy this season:

• Dinner or lunch at: Kudu, Humble Chicken, Motorino, Nina, Carbone, or Humo
• Cocktails at Kwãnt (terrible website but I heard really good things)
• Wine tasting
• Weekend away within the UK, perhaps at Limewood, or Heckfield Place
• The Nutcracker at The Royal Ballet or The National Ballet
• Spa day together
• Fly somewhere for winter sun
• Fly somewhere for winter snow
• Do the naughty stuff 😘

Hopefully you will join me, and if not… my condolences on making such a mistake… 😉

Billie ❤️