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4 February 2008
And even more difficulty than expected!

2 February 2008
I tried to post yesterday but apparently it is not just the Oudayas where the Internet is dodgy at present. The nice chap at the neighbouring table said it had been this way all week. So..

1 February 2008

Lovely readers,

Forgive my absence. I have spent the past week in one of the lower hells of Migraine Oblivion – not a place I should care to take any of you, and one that would give Dante new insight into pain and despair. A place of no reality but the now, and no colors but black. A place where your time is up only by decree of some unknown power, and one to which you have no means to supplicate for release. Yes well, enough of that…

So how’s the world? I have been “in the black” and have no idea of what has transpired. Today I am up-again and have taken myself over to the Mega Mall to see my little part of the world and have (you will love this) some excellent Japanese food for lunch. Yes, sports fans you heard it here first. From the woman who brought you Curling in Morocco – excellent Japanese cuisine in Rabat/Agdal. I love it. Gods, Dulwich mum should be here, everything posh is on sale! Horrors of horrors, I don’t NEED anything. I hate when that happens.

It is February and in four months I shall be someone’s mother-in-law! This is not a role I have ever spent any time envisioning for myself I must say. He is a lucky bugger – I mean really, he gets not only my brilliant and beautiful daughter who cooks like a Cordon Bleu chef, but moi for a mother-in-law! How easy is that? He he he….

Q, bless her, is running quite mad with wedding plans. She and her grandmother have it all well in hand, and I await my orders. My child and I learned a valuable lesson when she was ten-years-old. She had a project to prepare for school, and I of course wanted to “help”. Now know this, we two are beyond fortunate in that we get on so well (it does take some planning). On that occasion her personality and independence of spirit, as well as intellect, asserted itself and the battle royal ensued. And I, of course, could not understand why she was upset – I was helping (which means of course, I was doing it all). After some serious tears, recriminations, and pacing – we came to the undeniable conclusion that in some very basic ways we are more alike than we ever knew, and if we wanted to continue our loving and mutually beneficial relationship we should NEVER again have me “assist” her with any project. Answer questions? Yes. Supply materials, yes? Comment on results? Absolutely. Contribute ideas? Certainly. Hands on? NO! And we live happily ever after. All to say, I decided while she planned HER wedding it was best I was on another continent and supplied cash. I shall buy my outfit in Paris, have my hair and nails done, wear my Paris-shoes, a brilliant hat, and attend, be gracious (yes, even to those – you know who they are- that I don’t like), and I have no doubt, shed tears into my Venetian lace handkerchief.

I love this month; it always seems a good time just by its quirks for something magical to happen. So good luck with that lovely readers.
Ciao.