Magic!

We had dinner in an Italian restaurant in the Worlds End, Chelsea, last week with my mother and stepfather. It was one of those sweltering evenings and we ate at a table on the pavement. An amazing musician came to our table. He was unnervingly good – and my mouth literally fell open as he performed his tricks. He changed a pack of cards that my husband was holding into a brick of glass without any of us knowing how he did it. Later Luke said he felt nothing untoward happening in his hand. He also got Luke to scribble his signature on a card, then shuffled it into the pack and it later appeared folded up under Luke’s watch strap. Catch him if you can before he becomes mega, Daniel Alexander. What  a man. He is a genius.  Mention the woman with her mouth open last Thursday at Frantoia. 

 I was wearing a little silk dress that I had bought on impulse form the Cross, in Holland Park. I never ever go shopping but was with a friend, on the way to somewhere else, and we popped in and both bought dresses. Mine was by Henrietta Bevan and what is so clever is that one size fits all. I was also wearing silver sandals and my feet were on show. All winter my feet are hidden away, but I had just had a luxury pedicure at the Park Club in Acton, Dolly took one look at my feet and asked me when I had last had a pedicure. Well it’s been a long time, I explained. She gave me a tip. She told me to put Vaseline onto my feet and then cover them in socks and sleep with them on. Vaseline smells disgusting, but it does the trick.

This post was written by Kate Morris, who lives in West London with two children, Jude 8 and Belle 5 and her husband, Luke, a photographer. She has published one novel and her second, The Seven Year Itch, is just out. She is currently just starting work on a third novel. Kate also blogs at the Easy Living and is know as "The City Wife".

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[A Modern Mother]

He sounds wonderful thanks for the tip!