Pressure
Dear friends,
I must apologise for my blogging hiatus of late. I have been simply run off my feet!
Along with meeting various work deadlines, and ensuring my munchkins are appropriately occupied for their two week half term school break, I have been wading through great complimentary chests of premium skin care and perfume, offers of sponsorship from prestigious cosmetic companies, organising plans for a regular column on a super prestigious web-site involving the inevitable compulsory regular review of illustrious spa's, and then to top all of that, James decides that he requires my company at some imminent rugby match today in Paris.
I am sitting here typing at my dressing table in the George V, before I scoot off around the shops of gay Paris. I really didn't need to leave London today, but my underwear drawer could do with a little re-stocking, and so I may be back to meet James in time for the match - but it is Saturday, so I have instructed him not to wait about for me. Rugby is just not my thing after all.
I really cannot see what all of the fuss is about, I shall be back in time for the after match dinner (Johnny Wilkinson has fingers the size of Tesco's finest sausages you know). I just hope that England win, otherwise these affairs can be dreadfully somber.
I shall be back on form imminently. Oh how I miss my munchkins, our paths have crossed so little of late. It is terribly difficult being a working mother you know... I think I can feel a headache coming on...
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Darling DM, what a coincidence! I am in the Presidential Suite! Do pop up later if you have time. I'm entertaining some sporting heros that are apparently playing a game here today. Knock on my door three times, the code word is SAUSAGES x.
Sweetie!!!
I really cannot be bothered with these silly games our boys like to play. (I am blogging on my Blackberry now). I will pop straight over as soon as I have finished the back rub I am giving Johnny, he is really rather tense... I am sure he will be fine, he is such a dish!!! It is his lovely big fingers, they just get me ever time... I am actually in the dressing room at the stadium, it will take me 20 minutes to get back, put a bottle on ice...
And was the post-match dinner dreadfully somber DM, or did you manage to cheer our brave boys up?
Darling Potty Mummy,
It was simply ghastly! Johnny was incredibly distressed and sobbed all through the first course. I picked up some super Aubade underwear though, don't you just love Paris for Lingerie?
Hi sweetie,
i've been off my blog too. good to see your still going strong. do stop by :)
TWO weeks Half Term for the munchkins? - and no reduction in fees I'll wager.
How did I guess you'd be in Paris -and at 'Georges cinque'?
Hope you enjoyed, despite the desolation surrounding you.
It sounds a total nightmare. Thank God you're coping, as you always do, and try to extract a small amount of fun from what must be a stressful and exhausting few days. PS Still v excited about your book. So darn clever.
Hmmm, seems cool.
Joe joestain13@yahoo.com
ahhh, the george sank, I know it well dulwichmum darling. I do hear that gallerie lafayette has the biggest underwear department in europe you know ( biggest department, not biggest underwear)so I'm sure you had a super weekend and just hope you aren't going to come over all jane Birkin on us now dear
I trust you managed to brave your way through the lingerie shops! Headache be damned!
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