8.05 am. After being jabbed three times and catching Covid once, I'm feeling pretty smug. Still in bed but sitting up and sipping coffee. Notebook, diary, iPad, mobile and pen all scattered on the blanket around me. Planning my day ahead. Got into this self-indulgent habit during the pandemic. Is that very bad?
9.10 am. At last sitting at my desk and getting ready for a podcast interview. Am interviewed for an international magazine based in Monaco but conducted all the way from Australia as publisher stuck there during lockdown. After having arranged interviews with a number of clients, they now want to interview me! Possibly as a little gesture of thanks. Am grateful but a bit nervous.
10.02 am. Message alerting me to log in. Familiar friendly voice reassures me but my voice sounds croaky and am having trouble with my earphones. But after some lighthearted banter am having fun and conversation flows freely. The interview once published will be alongside those of such illustrious names as Prince Lorenzo de Medici, a descendant of the famous Renaissance banking family and who's a businessman in California. I couldn't have refused, could I?
11.09 am Podcast over, now have to turn my attention to photoshoot taking place in a couple of days. It will involve four beauty queens, including current Miss England and former Miss GB who's over here from LA. It's been a nightmare with booking, then some cancelling, negotiating fees with photographers, videographers, MUAs. I feel stressed out.

11.30 am. But my day is starting to improve!
Checking the post, I pick up a book* sent by the publishers. It's written by a journalist and author I looked after at the Russian Debutante Ball a few years ago.
Am surprised to see my name popping up on a number of pages.
She's writing about me in a most complimentary way!
My spirits are immediately lifted.

12.13 pm. An email pops into my inbox. It's an invitation to a film festival. How nice! Would that be Venice? maybe Cannes? Nope. It's taking place in Crouch End. So? X Files star Gillian Anderson lived in Crouch End, don't you know?
2.20 pm Get message on Facebook from an old contact. Actor based in Hollywood, from a well known Netflix series, is looking for a PR, and contact is recommending me! Oooh, why thank you!!
Check him out immediately. He's devilishly handsome, with bursting pectoral muscles.
Phoaw! And happens to be from Paris. I feel an instant bond. He's over in London
and would like to meet to discuss business! It must be my lucky day.
Speed dial my hairdresser and book an appointment. Also a manicure.
Further research reveals the American series where he made his name is #4 worldwide
on Netflix! and streaming now.
Why have I not heard of it before? Will watch a few episodes tonight. Wonder what Mr Grumpy will make of him? He's working in the office today and will be back later.
3.05 pm One of the beauty queens booked for photoshoot cancels. Aargh! Spend rest of the afternoon trying to find suitable replacement. And finish a press release. And do some social media. And look through all the journo requests in case any fit my clients. But my mind wanders.
6 pm Watch the news flipping between BBC and Sky News while sipping a glass of wine. Then prepare a light supper while answering messages from my mobile. A PR's job is never done.
8.10 pm. Mr Grumpy walks through the door carrying a bunch of pink roses. That's nice! I guess he feels guilty for being late. Over supper I hear some gossip from Whitehall while I tell him about the Hollywood Hunk. He seems unimpressed.
9 pm Can't wait to watch Netflix. Uplifting to see bright blue Californian skies and brilliant sunshine. The women look all super glamorous, wearing well-tailored knee-length skirts or dresses, showing off impossibly long, slender, sun-tanned legs and teetering on vertiginous heels. Even Mr Grumpy cheers up. Must say nice change from the frumpy fashion of shapeless tent-like dresses worn with trainers that have been the trend during these long months of the pandemic.
Hollywood Hunk has a cameo role but it's only the first episode. Am sure his presence will grow as the story unfolds,
I explain to Mr Grumpy, but he's rather dismissive. Resist the urge to binge watch the remaining 33 episodes.
11.55 pm Ready for bed. Drifting off to sleep. Dream of getting out of pink Cadillac on a LA boulevard only to realise I'm in Crouch End... And no sign of the Hollywood Hunk.... Zzzzz
Well, tomorrow is another day...
* London, Immigrant City by Nazreen Khan-Ostrem
Available on Amazon
2.20 pm Get message on Facebook from an old contact. Actor based in Hollywood, from a well known Netflix series, is looking for a PR, and contact is recommending me! Oooh, why thank you!!
Check him out immediately. He's devilishly handsome, with bursting pectoral muscles.
Phoaw! And happens to be from Paris. I feel an instant bond. He's over in London
and would like to meet to discuss business! It must be my lucky day.
Speed dial my hairdresser and book an appointment. Also a manicure.
Further research reveals the American series where he made his name is #4 worldwide
on Netflix! and streaming now.
Why have I not heard of it before? Will watch a few episodes tonight. Wonder what Mr Grumpy will make of him? He's working in the office today and will be back later.
3.05 pm One of the beauty queens booked for photoshoot cancels. Aargh! Spend rest of the afternoon trying to find suitable replacement. And finish a press release. And do some social media. And look through all the journo requests in case any fit my clients. But my mind wanders.
6 pm Watch the news flipping between BBC and Sky News while sipping a glass of wine. Then prepare a light supper while answering messages from my mobile. A PR's job is never done.
8.10 pm. Mr Grumpy walks through the door carrying a bunch of pink roses. That's nice! I guess he feels guilty for being late. Over supper I hear some gossip from Whitehall while I tell him about the Hollywood Hunk. He seems unimpressed.
9 pm Can't wait to watch Netflix. Uplifting to see bright blue Californian skies and brilliant sunshine. The women look all super glamorous, wearing well-tailored knee-length skirts or dresses, showing off impossibly long, slender, sun-tanned legs and teetering on vertiginous heels. Even Mr Grumpy cheers up. Must say nice change from the frumpy fashion of shapeless tent-like dresses worn with trainers that have been the trend during these long months of the pandemic.
Hollywood Hunk has a cameo role but it's only the first episode. Am sure his presence will grow as the story unfolds,
I explain to Mr Grumpy, but he's rather dismissive. Resist the urge to binge watch the remaining 33 episodes.
11.55 pm Ready for bed. Drifting off to sleep. Dream of getting out of pink Cadillac on a LA boulevard only to realise I'm in Crouch End... And no sign of the Hollywood Hunk.... Zzzzz
Well, tomorrow is another day...
* London, Immigrant City by Nazreen Khan-Ostrem
Available on Amazon