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Miles inadvertently looked like Little Edie this evening.
A cold outing to Venice after a good 8 hours in the garden. Our third day of chopping, dragging, pruning, raking…a hard, hard day doing man work with Robby.
The vast, dense Bougainvillea finally vanquished so the house doesn’t end up looking like Grey Gardens. There are now new views all over the estate. It looks a bit bare on the terrace but we shall wait for the grape-vine to grow across the newly denuded arbour.
I wore a very fetching outfit into town. See below. Wore my Derby rather than my cap. Miles said, “I want to dress like you Duncan.” Which, as you may have guessed, is the greatest of all compliments.
We ate dinner in Venice. Food trucks. Not the greatest food truck food but filling and cheap. Then we headed over to Santa Monica and walked the length of the Third Street Promenade. I am quite happy doing these simple things knowing that very soon I will be back in NYC up to my eye balls in Penguin shit.
What a fucking tosser that man is. When I told Toby that The Penguin was attempting a restraining order he said, “Oh, so you’ve won.” Which is one way of looking at it I suppose.
There are no winners here I am sorry to say.
P.S. Did you know that JBC’s house in the Pines was called Grey Gardens?
