Hugh had to pop and see Antoine, his life coach, who had recommended that he have a quick colonic followed by a hot stone massage …. to “reclaim”, he said, his system ……..
…….. and rather than Darrell wait outside for him, with the unseemly potential of him being able to overhear a series of strange gurgling and grunting sounds (perhaps from the other clients, but certainly not Hugh!), Hugh suggested that Darrell might like to take a wander round Notting Hill, where they could meet later for a cactus and aloe-vera Slush Puppy when Hugh had finished.
Well, Darrell didn’t need any persuading, as he had secretly set his heart on visiting Hugh’s very favourite jewellery shop, Hirst Antiques. It always seemed that whenever Darrell admired one of Hugh’s “pieces” he would invariably reply that it came from Hirst’s…….
…… and Darrell was hoping that after all Hugh’s tutoring and being witness to his exquisite taste that he might be able to pick out a small statement piece for himself ……….
…….. or if he wasn’t brave enough, just look and oooooooo and ahhhhhhhh dans le French style, like Hugh!
It was almost too much for Darrell to take in, never, ever had he seem so many beautiful, beautiful jewels in one place …..
……. and the inside the shop was exactly the same, all vintage, in every style imaginable, placed in romantic display cases ……. every single piece stunning in it’s own right, how Hugh was able to pick out just one signature piece at a time to add to his collection Darrell just couldn’t even begin to comprehend!
However, it has to be said that on this occasion, Darrell didn’t feel able to make the considered purchase he had hoped for, it was a just a little too overwhelming, but he promised himself that next time he would, just as long Hugh was able to go with him to advise ………