Hello Peeps! You’ll never guess what I’ve been up to?
I’ve been ‘doing’ Sydney, as the locals say. No, you silly things, I am not doing Saul’s friend, Sydney. Sydney, the city. In Australia. That’s right! And we are soon to board a plane for New Zealand.
We are going to watch some rugby. Saul is so excited. Strange how they get worked up watching other grown men play with their funny shaped balls, hey girls?
First, though, I must apologize for not writing sooner. But Saul, my boyfriend, and I are having such an adventure that truth be told the last thing on my mind was blogging.
Seems odd for a woman of my age to say boyfriend, but he makes me feel like a young girl once more so who cares! You are only as old as you feel. And thank goodness I don’t have to worry about feeling myself much these days. Nothing like a change of oil to encourage a girl to learn how to use a new dipstick am I right? 😉
Anyway, as we have an hour before our flight, and I am the proud owner of a new laptop that Saul bought me in Singapore, I thought I would write a few words just to let you all know I am alive and well.
So, what happened, you are wondering? Well, there I was, sitting at home with my grandson, Jeremy when Saul telephones to say we are going on holiday. He wouldn’t say where, at first, but I managed to wheedle it out of him because I needed to know what to pack. And men are so silly about these things aren’t they girls?
What’s more, Saul has sold his dental practice to his cousin Hymie and decided to retire.
So I get to have him all to myself!
So, our holiday destination? London!
When we arrived we drove straight to Claridges, Saul’s regular hotel when he’s in town.
That first night we had dinner with that Arab chappy who owns Harrods. He’s a personal friend of Saul’s. I never realised how many famous people Saul knows!
He says he used to be the Queen’s personal dentist although between us I found this a little hard to believe as I have it on good authority from my neighbour, Madge, that the Queen sends her teeth away to be treated, but Saul showed me a mug with the queen’s face on and it turns out that the queen is, in fact, the late Freddy Mercury. Shame, that poor boy!
Well, anyway, before I knew what was happening we were flying to Paris and after one night, we were whisked away to Cairo!
I have never seen so much sand in one place before. And I have been finding sand in my drawers ever since. It is amazing how the stuff just won’t come out, even after several turns in the washing machine.
Which brings me nicely to the topic of hygiene.
Before we left for the airport this morning I had rather a strange call at our hotel.
The lady caller, who had obviously got the wrong number, announced herself by saying “Hi, Jean, this is Ros.”
When I said she must have the wrong number she enquired if this was not the local fanny.
Somewhat taken aback, thinking this was a crank call, I put the phone down at once.
Only later, did I find out that the woman was calling from FANI, which stands for Feminists Are Not Imbeciles; a lesbian activist organisation.
Apparently there are FANI’s in quite a few countries; which is a good thing.
So, girls, remember, if you get the call, please support your FANI.
Oh, there’s the last call for boarding. I must dash. Saul says he hopes to meet a New Zealand hooker after the match. It’s bad enough that Marge’s husband ran off with one. The man is insatiable!
Bye for now.
Love Aunty Jane xx
This is definitely not a topic we would have discussed at the dinner table only a few years back, now is it girls?
Well, times change and and so does fashion. And fashion touches every area of our lives, does it not? And ‘touches’ may be the appropriate term here.
These days it is perfectly acceptable to say, “I’ve had a Brazilian,”
I’ll be very honest I had never heard of the term ‘Having a Brazilian’ until Berenice mentioned it over lunch the other day. She obviously realised from my expression that I wasn’t familiar with this area of women’s health and was not only willing to tell me all about her Brazilian but offered to show me as well. Good grief! These young girls!
I politely declined. As I mentioned before, I am Old School, and this did not seem appropriate, and certainly not at the dinner table. I mean, Jeremy was with us for heaven’s sake and was almost salivating at the prospect. This didn’t go down well with Jeremy, as you can imagine, and he stormed off in a sulk.
If I were to venture any sort of opinion on this rather delicate topic, I would venture that most ladies of my generation would opt for ”Bush”, as the alternative and somewhat crude term is referred to by the modern generation.
However, I am sure there are merits for the newer cleaner look of a Brazilian.
You look at the photos below and and let me know what you think? Are you a ”Bush” girl or a Brazilian?”
I think I prefer a nicely trimmed George Bush.
PS. Berenice told me the name of her Brazilian is Carlos, and she had him for dinner last Wednesday. I was quite relieved, I can tell you. Jeremy has asked for his autograph, as he is apparently a footballer.
BFN Love Aunty Jane. x
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I have been paying close attention to some of the lady bloggers and many appear to be single and currently stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to the opposite sex. Or rather stuck without a hard place.
Being a former Health Columnist, I put this lack of, activity all down to vegetables.
If you are not getting enough then you are not getting enough.
So the next time any of you single ladies out there are entertaining a male friend, or having him for dinner, make sure he gets lots of vegetables. Here are a few of my favourites to ensure he will get the hint.
These are ideal, because if he is a “No Show” you still get the benefit of all those wonderful vitamins and minerals inside you.
Bye for now.
Love, Aunty Jane.