I can't believe my eyes or my luck. (Gawd, if only I had dropped those two dress sizes I promised myself). My butler for the next few days is a tall lanky bloke named Bastian, who once modeled for Dazed and Confused magazine. Well, no getting around it, he certainly has me Dazed.
When you're living in a strange place, it's all too easy to focus on what's missing and what's wrong. That's particularly true at this time of year, when the holidays are close and family feels far and the weather turns icy and it's pitch black at 4 p.m. like the place is run by goddam vampires.