One of a kind

A little more than magical was my week in London.A huge contrast from the shores of Africa to the chilly, busy and eclectic streets of portobello.A Thespian friend of mine,and almost too famous face,we will just call him Frank,quite literally skipped from one coffee house to the next giggling like two children, frolicking in the London streets in between autographs of course,we lunched at Electric,One of London's trendiest spots.We drank tea at the Woseley,as you do and Apparently It takes almost three months to get a booking just to go there for tea!! In this case, Frank is loved and adored there (like he is to me but in a very different way)and no appointment is needed.This restaurant is truly an experience and a spectacular sight.It smelt of old school english glamour,I felt like I was underwater,at sea. I was that day with frank,as we talked and laughed incessantly.We shopped for carpets,bits and bobs,and amidst all the chaos that follows a saturday morning stroll through the streets, he picked out a purple scarf with woven edges, covered in little tea cups,which could almost be indicative of the amount of tea I drink.Either way it had Lima all over it.It reminds me of him.One of the kindest souls I have ever met, truly gracious in every way.At midnight we thought of smashing more Tea and this time at the Ritz.Tie-less was Frank and ruled by strict dress code,He had to choose from their selection.He never made a fuss and chose a Navy and white polka-dot tie, I will never forget it.I took on the regal rules of the place and tea'd it like the queen.Pinkie up and saucer on my lap,trying not to slurp,and with a straight face it was somewhat challenging.An innate sadness came over me when I left his presence that night. He has that infectious warmth and enigmatic energy that one cannot buy.I was filled with a whole lot more that day.I love you Frank, You have a place in my heart forever.....