We r still on guys!

Yesterday, yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away…

Left work at 4pm – walked out with one of those “I dare anybody to say something” look on my face.

Operation leave at 3pm wasn’t so successful, but operation leave at 4pm was the stuff African dictatorships are made of.  I did feel a bit like a delinquent, especially since there was still so much to do. I totally looked like I was off to a meeting with one of our Clients, but ha-aaah, got outside, chucked everything in the boot and proceeded to put Gwen Stefani and E-V-E on blast as I exited our office park.Woohooo!

So, exactly where was I off to? First on the list was Clicks (across the road) to buy boring things like laundry detergent and fabric softener and after that I had to meet my mantor at the Marion on Nicol.

Skipped the tea and had a glass of Chardonnay instead. The weather was perfect and the thought of sipping a hot cuppa tea didn’t sound so appealing after all. I’ve been postponing this meeting for quite a while (I haven’t done half of the things I’d said I’d do) so it was good to sit down, take stock, reassess and leave with fresh plan of action. I also need to draw up a plan for my personal life *sigh*.

Next stop was supposed to be A*’s belated drinks, instead an email came in announcing:

Guys, my plane had problems with a wheel, so had to turn around and come back to ctn. Don't know how long it's gonna take to get us back in the air, but probably only back in Jozi very late tonight.

So will have to reschedule drinks for another day :-(.

Sorreeeeee :-(

I was thinking oh ok, damn, off home then.

Maybe I’ll watch some TV and get crack-a-lacking on those overdue reports…

 Then, V* (never say die) squashed A*’s “no party” email flat:

No ways!! We will still go and you will join us when u get here we only hooking up @ 8h30 anyway!!

We r still on guys

See u at Metro

I was killing myself with laughter at this point.

Luckily the birthday girl, saved the night with her good news:

I'm on the next flight bitches!!  See u at metro!!

Loves it! So I went back home for a bit and waded through my emails. The day just kept on getting funnier and funnier: SLV* had called earlier but I’d missed her call and finally got hold of her at about 8pm… all she wanted to know was whether or not I happened to have comps to Sexpo – laugh wan kill me die. I couldn’t stop laughing; SLV* is one of my “prissy” friends and for her to be calling at 8pm to check whether I had tickets before she pays for some at the door was absolutely hilarious. I’m not that much of a prude but Sexpo has never called my name, SLV*? Sexpo is powerful!

Left at about 8:30 pm for Metro!

What I drank (tried to drink):

The Moscow Mule

Wikipedia’s description of this dangerous looking cocktail is as follows:

A Moscow Mule is a buck or mule cocktail made with vodka, ginger beer, and lime which was popular during the vodka craze in the United States during the 1950s. The name refers to the popular perception of vodka as a Russian product.

Okay, I can work with that.

Vodka, ginger beer and lime – that’s what I thought I was getting.

What the hell is the red stuff then? It tasted like medicine, just foul.

A* termed it the Hungarian Donkey.

I had to take a picture as evidence, so that if anything happened to me everyone would know who/what the culprit was (more like which donkey did it).

Note to self:  stop trying out new interesting sounding cocktails esp. those with Russian links.

A*’s Birthday Cupcakes:

I missed the sparklers; I was too busy rummaging around in my bag for the camera and by the time I got it outta the bag it was too late. No one could resist the red velvet and the chocgasm cupcakes. V* says she got them from Melt in Benomore.D-damn-delicious!

At the end of the night, V* was still campaigning for us to go to Cocoon: asking me how I thought I was going to meet a man at home? In my bed? Lol. A*’s husband (Pastor of Fun M*) preaches the same thing over and over again, he even went as far as to ask, “Do you think you’re going to meet him at church, maybe? Ha ha *side-eye*, he’s a joker this one.

Then, V* asked me a weighted question esp. for that time of night, she asked me: do you think that just because you’re a “good girl” that the universe is going to reward you with a fabulous man. My first thought was, not necessarily, but a bigger part of me was like hell yeah, I believe it will. I’m as good as I can be and try to behave myself as best I can (haven’t always – but I try), so yes, I would like to think that good does still get rewarded? Maybe? I need to get myself out of the land of Care Bears, Paddington Bear and My Little Ponies sharpish?

Finally got home at 23:56pm, prayer-hoping that I didn’t have any morning meetings planned, my voice was incredibly raspy from all the smoke.

P.S. V* did go to Cocoon AND she did make her 8am conference call. Hero move.

She's definitely making Lewis Hamilton look like he drives a Toyota!

I believe!

Toodles Lovelies!

Moo-moo's Birthday

Yesterday was my moo-moo's birthday and my internet was acting up big-time.
She's all the way down in the EC and I'm +/1000 km's away so I had to make do with the telephone:-(
Last year I was able to go down for her birthday but this year I couldn't - sucks.
I love my moo-moo.

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I Covet This Bag!



I have to have this Paul's Boutique #1 Stunner



The Weekend

Saturday:

PART 1

Spent 2 hours at the salon cutting my hair. I’ve had it with weaves + it’s summer and my weave was starting to look real dodge. I was a bit worried as it was my first time trying out the salon AND the stylist, yeah I’m brave like that :-) However, I wasn’t so brave when he went all Edward Scissor hands on my hair BEFORE he even relaxed my hair (as soon as he got the cornrows off he combed my hair out and went crazy, literally  mowing down my hair). It was scissor-rape I tell you. I thought you had to relax the hair first then cut the hair when it’s wet? Noooo, not this dude. My inspiration was Nia long’s crop but this dude decided HE wanted to go Eva Marcilles. Turned out okay though. My sister and BLZ*, B* and Miss N* think it looks cute so I guess he didn’t do such a bad job.

PART 2

The Good Food and Wine Show 2011

Highlights: catching up and girlie giggles with BLZ*Got there at 15h00 and left at 20h00. She’s also off to London for 9 months on secondment, so it was nice spending time with her before she jets off again.

The Lowlights: It was too packed. I didn’t get to see Gordon Ramsay in action, the Samsung theatre activities were sold out by the time I got there, watev. Watching him on screen is just not the same.

Favourites:

Cheryl Amy Jones Cakes and Pastry

 The deluxe Lemon Almond Cake (mouthwatering stuff).

 It had that come hither look, making it that much harder to pass up a slice.

 Tea anyone?

The extraordinarily moist Red Velvet Cake: velvety, red, moist and delicious.

You’ll also find Cheryl’s stall at the Blu Bird whole food market on Sunday’s.

Goodhabit – pure fruit smoothie

A blend of crushed whole fruit and fruit juice

No added preservatives

No dairy

No added sugar

2 of your 5-a-day

Arte Gelato

I had the Amarena (my flavour of the month, strawberry is so last year) and the Tornado (fudge and cream base gelato, it definitely sucks you in!).

They supply the new Spar on Hobart Road in Bryanston and the Radisson Hotel (I’m not sure which one the Sandton Isle or the Gautrain Station? I’ll have to find out).

Beyond yummy.

 

Drakensburg Chocolate:

Don’t you love their packaging? The milk chocolate made me want to start singing John Legend’s “She don’t have to know”. I felt like I was cheating on Lindt.

Oohhhhhhh stealing moments just to be with you
Though its wrong it’s hard to tell the truth
But she don't have to know
She don't have to know

The Olives

These rocked my taste buds; I guess there is something to the Himalayan salt?

BRM Ribs

These ribs brought out the animal in me: I was ripping the meat off the bone, part chewing, part wolfing it down with a ridiculous grin on my face…these were really goooood.

I had sauce everywhere. We got stopped by people wanting to know where to “get those ribs”: one man was so desperate, he circled around our little spot like a vulture for a while and finally found the courage to ask BLZ* and I to walk him to the stand, SMH?! We did.

 How cute is this candy stripe, Paul Smith looking SMEG?

Without fail there’s always the WTH!

Nails and food, food and nails?

SUNDAY

Chilled with my sister in the morning – exam pads, hilarious student stories, and Rosebank – and then joined A* and the girls, at little A’s favourite spot: Da Vinci Alfresco at Inanda. Miss N brought along her cutie nephew and B* and I just brought our bags ;-)

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Happy Birthday A*!

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How much longer till the end of the day?

Some days, like today, I feel no love for my job and I'd rather eat Ghostpops and look forward to when I can go home. I'm done with today!

Taste of Joburg 2011

On Saturday, the 'foodies anonymous' troop made its merry way to Joburg’s very own fake little Italy, Montecasino (I like their outdoor events area and absofuckinglootely hate that fake sky). Went with B*, A* and her cutie little A*, Miss T* and L*.

 The One – I didn’t get the correct name for this cocktail, all the waiter had to do was mention the ginger ale and I was sold. It’s made with brandy and ginger ale, and was pretty’d up with an elongated slice of lemon peel that curved over the edge of the high top. Shame, poor L* had to settle for the virgin equivalent cause she’s preggers.

The Mastrantonio Profiteroles: gooey, chocolaty, creamy puffs. Little A* just couldn’t get enough.

Self-saucing Malva pudding and kumquat preserve (mmm…) with home-made ginger ice cream (MMMM…) from Roots@Forum Homini. Self-saucing (there’s not better description than that). That home-made ginger ice cream will definitely have me driving the 40 odd kilometres to the Cradle of Humankind for my fix. Had two of these. A++.

The PnP Wine and Canapé Experience:

Parma ham, baby marrow and cream cheese canapé paired with the PnP Chenin Blanc.

Salmon, sushi rice, mayo, caviar and sesame seed embellished canapé paired with the PnP Sauvignon Blanc.

Pita, falafel, tzatziki,and humus canapé paired with the PnP Cabernet Sauvignon.

What a mess! How big is that knife?

My bride price has officially hit the roof! CODESA has nothing on my negotiations.

My pita looks so dry,I think it needed a bit more tzatziki and humus.

B*’s scrumptious looking canapés, is it me or do hers look much better than mine?! My Parma ham canapé looks so scrawny and B’s one looks so thick and juicy?

The something-something iced goodness A* was having. Looks ultra refreshing, didn’t get the name though, I was too busy planning my next trip to the Fine Brandy by Design stand. Very worrying behavior as brandy for me has always been the ‘old men or uncles’ drink, tsk tsk tsk.

The Kaapse Smaakse – I’m smacking my lips just thinking about it. BUT, be warned, it knocks a fat punch: which is why I think it’s appropriately named; it lands such a well placed punch it could leave you with two of your front teeth missing, just like some of the kaapse mense.

I didn’t take a picture of the baby spinach gnocchi with the blue cheese and walnut sauce from Olivia's Bar and Kitchen but it was crazy delish, it made me think that life as vegetarian wouldn’t be so bad after all. Exceptional stuff.

Mastrantonio’s Capresina di Mozzarella/Mozarrella Caprese Roll was delizioso.

Next stop? I think it should be the Neighbourhood Goods Market.

P.S. I promise I’ll get better with the picture taking. It’s even harder when there’s food around.

Ta-ta

I am sure, I am steady, and I know.

Ladies, do you remember Dr. Burke’s vows?

“Christina Delirious, I could promise to hold you and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say ’till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples. The ones full of hope. And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful. I am sure, I am steady, and I know. I am a heart man: I take them apart, I put them back together. I hold them in my hands. I am a heart man. So this, I am sure. You are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart, my heart, beats for you. And on this day, the day of my wedding, I promise you this: I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hand. I promise you ME.”

Damn straight. Lol!

B’s right I lurve, love and all things romantic.

My Top 10 Romantic Movies

1. Troy
2. Hitch
3. Nottinghill
4. Armageddon – Liv Tyler and Ben Affleck have me doodling little hearts, thinking of animal cracker picnics without the bugs and singing to Aerosmith’s ‘don’t wanna miss a thing’.
5. Love Actually
6. Jerry Maguire – “You had me at hello” held so much weighting until Tom Cruise jumped on Oprah’s couch.
7. The Notebook
8. Legends of the Fall Honorable, but Tristan did get quite violent.
9. When a Man Loves a Woman – Andy Garcia…
10. Bridget Jones Diary Edge of Reason

Mark Darcy: As a matter of fact, I have a question to ask you.

Bridget Jones: Okay. As long as it's not, "Will you marry me?"
[chuckles. Mark looks devastated]

Bridget Jones: Oh, God... It *is* "Will you marry me?"

Mark Darcy: Well, I'm not going to say it now.

Bridget Jones: No, no, no! Just wait!  (I love this part, cracks me up every time!)
[runs back to the door]

Mark Darcy: The moment's gone, Bridget.

Bridget Jones: We've just come out into the corridor and you say, "I've got a question to ask you" and then I don't say *anything*!
[pause]

Bridget Jones: and you say...

Mark Darcy: [pause] Bridget Jones, will you marry me?

1. Pretty Woman – Did anybody say Tinseltown Cinderella? It’s unconventional but she gets her prince at the end.
2. Captain Corelli’s MandoliniIannis: When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
3. Atonement
4. Titanic
5. Braveheart (a bit touch and go because of all that violence!)

Another one of my favourites: 
Bridget Jones: [Bridget is on the phone talking to Mark's answering machine while he waits outside her flat] You're outside! Look err, I'll ring you later. Unless you've come to chuck me once and for all, in which case... Bye and thank you and sorry.
[Mark buzzes up again from outside]
Bridget Jones: Oh God please don't chuck me, don't chuck me. If you have chucked me, please change your mind, I'll behave much better in future.
[pause]
Bridget Jones: On the other hand if you haven't chucked me please behave better next time we go out. Stuck up snob. 
(Gotta love that Bridget!)

The correct wording is definitely courtesy of http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100405/quotes. 

The Weekend

Saturday:

Did not get out of bed except to wash and eat.

Sunday:

Started off in Sandton City to get some picnic goodies at about 11ish and must I add ... there was parking space for the wooorld. I’m thinking oh OK, the rest of Johannesburg hasn’t woken up or they’re all at a convention I wasn’t invited to. Got so excited I parked right by the door*grinning like a Cheshire cat*then I practically skipped into the mall and was a bit taken aback at how empty it was but thought what the heck, more space for me and less mom’s and trolleys but when I cut across to Sandton City I started getting really bothered – it was really empty for a Sunday. I started thinking all sorts of things, is that tower they’re building on fire again? Did I not hear the fire drill? Is it my birthday again and everybody is supposed to spring out and shout “SURPRISE” at me? What is going on…UNTIL I  remembered the women at Stuttafords merrily shopping away, taking their time, no kids or husbands in sight and saw the cashiers at Woolies wearing rugby T-shirts then it dawned on me, that the Rugby was on and South Africa was playing Wales*Bridget Jones kinda, Oh!* But I felt absolutely no guilt, I’m all Rugby’d out, I watched too much of it in high-school, dated a  Rugby player at some point  (high school and varsity Rugby player, certainly not a Graeme Smit my ex) and watched too much of it at varsity. No more. Poor B*, she’ll have to make do without me.

I also found myself a new gelato flavor, Amarena. Mmmm…creamy black cherry yumminess, it was beyond delish. At this stage I’m even contemplating naming one of my children Amarena, seriousi :-)

I think my summer challenge is to try whatever flavours I haven’t tried yet. Anybody want to join me?

Didn't take my own picture but found something similar on the web. 

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The Picnic: four ladies and a toddler

Picnic with the girls A*, B*, Miss N* and A*’s little cutie. We certainly were not letting the good weather go to waste, it’s the beginning of Spring but I swear the weather gods have got the dial on Summer, I’m certainly not going to be the one telling them to turn it down at all! Twas a Lovely 26 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, good food, new park and some lovely white wine…what more could a girl ask for?

We had the usual girly chats and got up to speed with each other.

B* had me in stitches with some of her comments: I even fell of my picnic chair and sent my wine and Miss N’s juice flying – real crazy stuff. My favourite is when she said, “I’m trying to be and being the best person that God wants me to be on earth and then there I am further complicating things by giving out hospital passes (pity dates and pity boyfriends) and carrying cripples on my back (referring to her ex and other emotionally crippled and incomplete men), no no no, life is hard enough as it is! (Lol!).

We spoke about guys who jump the gun, I mean you aren’t even dating them but they’re already trying to lick your toes. I don’t know about you guys but there are some things that don’t get me going at all, toe licking is at the top of that list. B* doesn’t mind as long as it’s when she’d just had a pedicure. Me, you touch my toes, you die. OK, maybe not so drastic, but I put you on ice, cut you off, kapish… get it!? Go get yourself another fetish.

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Randomness

I’ve got a crush. Dammit, Dammit. How? Why? Flip!

That damn Ken Forrester – made me release all my secrets.

I never admit anything! So now that I’ve been caught out I might as well tell everyone else…I think I might have a crush on Mr. Pranger…is it even allowed? Damn, damn, damn. How did it even happen?

OK, OK, OK, I know. What makes him so appealing?
He’s honest
Takes charge
Is a gentleman

The girls are like, flirt with him (I don’t even know how to flirt anymore) and I’m like “no, he pranged my car for chrissake” plus I’d much rather keep him as a crush, getting to know more about him might just fuck up the crush. I haven’t had a crush in years…It’s just nice to have one.

I’ll give it another week and by then I shoulda found me a new crush.

I love Spring! It’s all about cross-pollination baby!

The Promise

The flowers are blooming the birds are singing, the sun is shining and I’m just full of love.

New beginnings, beauty and all that could be…grabbing life with both hands, taking what’s offered and enjoying it. The promise of newness…

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This Morning *Sigh*

First, Miss T figures I turned my universe on its axis by waking up at 5:30 am to jog. Yes, I woke up early got dressed in sweats and tights, opened the door then closed it again…then I swear my wobbly bits started sniggering and I thought that’s it –see who’s going to be laughing in a month’s time. Needless to say I only managed 15 minutes and by then it felt like the whole of Benoni had packed up, set up house and was having a lekker braai in my chest. I’ll try for 30 minutes tomorrow. It was also the first time I was exploring my area on foot and I got a bit thrown off when I saw a nature reserve sign – had I ventured too far into the bush? That was a definite mind fuck and I ran back home sharpish ;-)

Anywhoo, back to the real reason for this post. Someone pranged my car today. Firstly, I changed my usual route *still kicking myself about this* Why? I got tired of those damn speed bumps. I changed my short cuts, I changed everything. So there we all were merrily driving along, can’t remember what make of car the car in front of me was but I could see that there was a SUV behind me that I’d seen a couple of streets back. There was a stop sign ahead and being the model driver that I am*wink* I started to slow down as the car in front of me slowed down. I finally nearly got to a dead stop and then I just felt myself being thrown forward and heard a big bang * this all probably happened at the same time, but I could only register one thing at a time* my car lurched forward and all I could  think was WTF?

I was quite shaken but calm *okay, maybe calmish*, got out the car checked out the damage and Mr. Pranger got out his car quite slowly…he looked a bit unsure, I wonder what my face looked like*lol*. Opened the boot and took out a notebook and proceeded to write down his number plates, my hands were shaking too badly and I was too confused to think straight so he ended up writing all our details down, shame. He apologized and admitted it was his fault he said he wasn’t looking… What’s done is done. I remember lowering the volume – Chris Brown’s “With You” is hardly appropriate for an accident scene!? Got back into the car and drove off. Hate the admin though, reporting the accident etc, just came back from the police station couldn’t report it earlier *Sigh*.

Called my mom and after figuring out that I was fine, ,she wanted to know if Mr. Pranger looked reliable, what he drove etc: her biggest fear was that I’d been hit by a  taxi (sprogad, Zola Budd, death trap on wheels whateva you want call them) or  those legendary vans/+-20 year old cars that some of the gardeners in Bryanston drive. She wanted to know if he had insurance, if he looked like a Tenderpreneur which means he might drive the big car but not really have the money. RAOFL!

Gratitude List:

1.       Nobody was hurt

2.       The damage is not too bad

3.       The guy was honest enough not to try and spin everything to make it look like it was  my fault

4.       I didn’t smash into the car in front of me – now that would have been D-R-A-M-A!

Genlux Editorial Flower Trip, Spring 2008 Shot #11

Genlux Editorial Flower Trip, Spring 2008 Shot #11 (clipped to polyvore.com)

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Genlux Editorial Flower Trip, Spring 2008 Shot #10 (clipped to polyvore.com)

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Genlux Editorial Flower Girl, Spring 2008 Shot #4 (clipped to polyvore.com)

Judge Me:

So what did I do this weekend?

Nothing really: read and read and read…ate, then read, then ate etcetera.

Tried to watch the Kings Speech again, failed to finish it AGAIN, I hate suffering of any kind.

My camera takes such sh**t photos or I don’t know how to use it but methinks it will be replaced if it doesn’t start behaving *waving a finger at the silly camera*! Everything is either too dark or shockingly bright!

Oh, also took myself to the fictional kingdom of Isla de Sinnebar (which sounds so much like Abu Dhabi by the way) and met up with Sheikh Razi al Maktabi who goes by the nickname Mac *double Lol*. Went past Buenos Aires and eventually settled on an Argentinean ranch for four hours with a staggeringly handsome Argentinean billionaire called Raul. Then finally got bored of all the horse talk and Raul’s dark past and found myself an emotionally repressed Greek tycoon called Lukas.

How, you’re probably all asking and in one weekend nogal? Mills and Boon baby, Mills and Boon. There’s a little bookstore (SKS’s* find) that sells them for R10.00! For some of you this is brain numbing stuff; for me it’s like reading a Soapie or a South American telenovela.

The Hilarity!

This is the kind of stuff that gives feminists their fire.

Let’s start with the titles:

Ruling Sheikh, Unruly Mistress *kwa kwa kwa*

The Vasquez Mistress

The Greek Tycoon’s Convenient Bride

Why do all the women have to be pregnant at the end or in some cases as quickly as possible?

Also, all of the men NEVER want a divorce and all the women threaten to leave at some point and time?

The dark Raul in action:

Raul it’s over.

You’re my wife Faith. I want you back in my bed *tee hee-he he…heeee*.

She gaped at him. You have to be kidding.

Taken aback by her less than enthusiastic response to his statement, Raul frowned. ‘Every relationship goes through rocky patches.’ ‘This isn’t a rocky patch, Raul it’s a mountain range’ *stop...I can’t take it anymore now grunting with laughter, such drama* ‘I told you earlier that there wouldn’t be a divorce’.

The emotionally repressed Lukas also flexing his muscle:

‘Let me make myself clear,’ Lukas said, and his voice was ominously calm. ‘You are not allowed to leave.’

‘I don’t care how powerful you are Lukas, You can’t keep me here. And I’ll tell you right now – the only way I’d stay is if you loved me.’ *RAOFL!*

Why do all the women have to run away at some point, get themselves into trouble and subsequently need to be rescued?

‘Rhiannon, I’ve been looking for you. I heard the noises – I thought it was a hurt animal*snigger*. What is wrong?’

The volatility:

… ‘I hate you Raul’.’I hate you for not believing me. I hate you for marrying me when that wasn’t what you really wanted, but most of all I really, really hate you for not caring that I lost the baby’. Raul swore fluently and stepped towards her but she held up her hand to stop him. ‘Don’t come near me,’ she chocked. Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll injure you.’ *This, funny enough, makes me think of a Nollywood production esp. the last part “Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll injure you.”  :-)*

The men are Neanderthals and all get “trapped” into marriage and because of their sense of honour and duty have to do right by their children blah blah…

I’m not ashamed of you’ he insisted. ‘Why did you come to the Isla de Sinnebar if not to trap me in some way?’ ‘What? That’s absurd. How would I do that when you’re an all powerful king?’ ‘Has it occurred to you that a scandal like this could rock my country? No–I didn’t think so. If I acknowledge this child it will be seen as my first act in power. How will that look to my people? And the mother of that child a foreigner in this, the most traditional of countries.’ *SMH*

The weird as hell names?

Rhiannon for example. Rihanna yes, but Rhiannon? Really?

Side-splitting stuff those Mills and Boon. They’re like comedic soapies.

xoxo