John’s Wood (which, I’ve been reliably informed by Maggie, is “the only place to get your bunions lopped off”) to visit Robyn. I’m still not quite clear how she’s managed to wrangle a second overnight stay, but I suspect she’s just having too good a time being the center of attention to give it up. Anyway, despite the fact that the last time we talked she was screaming bloody murder at me for having the temerity to date Jay, I still feel like I ought to be there for her in her hour of need. And it clearly is an hour of need, because when I texted her to let her know I was coming, she texted back a list as long as my arm of all the things she required “to take my mind off the pain”: a 2.5-kilo luxury Jo Malone Grapefruit candle, silk pajamas from Shanghai Tang, a jar of Crème de la Mer body moisturizer and/or hand treatment (my choice), a box of Itsu takeaway sushi, a (freezer-cold) bottle of Grey Goose, a DVD box set of either The Hills or Keeping Up with the Kardashians, and a silver stiletto charm from Links on Marylebone High Street, “to keep my spirits up and remind me that one day soon, with everyone’s love, help, and prayers, I may be able to walk again.”
