Directional type

Oh Lord, I'm under pressure to update Weekend Birdie's look to something more 'directional'. I'm not the directional type however and this font quite frightens me.

i facebook you!

To:pippa@weekendbirdie
From:maribel-de-las-casas@vavavoom
RE:honeymoons!

hola pippaaaaa

i come back from the honeymoons on saturday. dios mios what a travel - was amazing pippa, i cannot believe so much fun.

in sydney we are stay in the W hotel like you tell me, they upgrade we to honeymoon suite - big view, big tv, big everything. one night we have dinner in iceberg restaurant and esteban say me oh my god, look bel and i look and on the next to table is nicole kidman, naomi watts and david lynch.

esteban sister now is living in australia with the baby and her boyfriend and he is very rich (lucky for she) so we meet them in whitsunday islands for sailing, swimming etc.

then finally we stay in the bloomfield lodge in the rainforest - so beautiful and so relax pippa.

now reality again and busy busy. oh pippa, steven meisel send me the fotos from the wedding - so beautiful.

i come in london at end august. i facebook you.

besitos

bel xx

ps quincy jam rock!!! quincy jam yeah!!! LOVE IT!!!

England in a flask

To:pippa@weekendbirdie
FROM:celine@bicyclettebleu
RE:England in flask!

the OH my pippa! I cannot believe with what a sweet you are, almost to have a baby and time to have always to send this beautiful flask to me of cold of quince, packed so much admirably too!

Agnes and Etienne eat it for the breakfast each morning and also in the school in their boxed lunch that all their friends are very jealous! You must send even more the nextest time you see old Mme. Bell in bottom of the lane.

Soignoise,
Celine
xxxxxx

Weekend at Kettles

Ahhh, there's nothing like a weekend at Kettles to get over all this death nonsense and put a spring back in one's step. It was so lovely to spend time with Ma and Pa and Ptolemy and Gracie. On Saturday we went to the village fete where old-Mrs-Bell-down-the-lane had some glorious quince jelly; I bought a whole box! I'm going to package it up all modern-pretty with brown paper and raffia and send it to all my friends overseas, they'll love my little bit of English countryside in a jar!
We spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and playing pooh-sticks...oh...England!

On Sunday, we all had a paddle in the river at the bottom of the garden (which was surprisingly warm), then Ludo, who was luckily shooting a story for Lula nearby, managed to pop down for a few hours. The menfolk went to the pub while Ma, Gracie and I talked about my baby shower, which I have reluctantly agreed to. Gracie's a darling but rather eccentric and I fear some random party games involving lucky rabbit's feet.

Anyway, I'm off to bed, Ludo's watching Battleship Potemkin again and I don't much fancy it.

So Long Lee Hazlewood (my, what a week!)

It's been a terrible week for us here at Weekend Birdie...first Ingmar, now Lee (not to mention Antonioni). We knew it was coming but it's still awfully sad. I've given everyone the afternoon off to go and weep over a few bourbons. So Long Lee, we love you.