Just arrived a couple of days ago, still massively jet-lagged. I wonder how this will go? Mrs. B seems to have far too much energy. Is it because I'm British and used to things at a slower pace? But I thought people in California were supposed to be slower than the rest of the Americans. In any case, it could also be jet lag. I did notice that she likes her evening cocktails.
I feel hugely fat. As opposed to minimally fat. I could lose 80% of my body mass and still look like a gorilla from the London Zoo compared to Mrs. B. How can anyone be that tiny? Her arms have so many viens showing that I think I'm hallucinating at times.
She had Rob (**all names changed to protect the not so innocent) pick me up at the airport. Rob drives around in a black Hummer with darkened windows. He is the B's driver and seems to be the manny as well, so I wonder if he's relieved that I've shown up to take over those duties.
The B's were not home when I arrived as they were attending a posh event at a certain well-known producer's house in the Canyon. The children were with their grandmother so that there was nothing much for me to do other than un-pack and try to feel natural, which is hard after over 12 hours of travel.
The house was so spectacular from the outside that I didn't even dare walk in until Rob asked me what was wrong. Houses like this only exist in movies, its size and white walls illuminated by path lights and the very stars from above.
more later.... falling asleep.
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