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On Saturday afternoon, GASP, myself and our two boys found ourselves at YWML and The Caribbean Queens ( TCQ)house to celebrate their youngests First Communion. When I say "found ourselves", we had actually been invited, which was unexpected but a delight. You see YWML and TCQ are marvellous hosts, so it promised to be a great afternoon and it was. On arrival, our boys disappeared as soon as they caught sight of the Bouncy Castle. GASP very kindly offered to supervise, so I proceeded into TCQ's beautiful kitchen. By the time she and YWML had kissed me, a large glass of Chenin Blanc had been forced into my hand and I was duly introduced to all present. Those in attendance included the adorable Sunshine and her just as adorable other half, who I shall refer to as Seaside, due to the fact that a)he was wearing turquoise blue and also b) because he complimented Sunshine perfectly. As I progressed around the room, on my way to greet TCQ's fabulous Mum of the Durbavilles, I

No, I have not lost all reason, but yes , this weekend I cooked the Cambodian National Dish, Samlor Korko. You see, the Mad One had sent me a text some days ago, boasting about teh fact that she ahd just served Samlor Korko to the Spud farmer, and that he had been so delighted by it, he remained silent throughout it's consumption. Not to be outdone, I asked her for the recipe which I received from her on Saturday morning, having already picked up the pork fillet, aubergine and butternut squash I remembered from our previous conversation. She handed me the recipe and there were 24 ingredients ! Before you could start, you had to make a "Kroeung" a curry paste, involving Ginger, Turmeric, Garlic, lemongrass, kaffir lime leaves, shallots, green chili, lime zest and Fish Paste...ah yes the Fish paste. I advised the Mad One, that I would go buy it but she had a full jar, so offerred me the two teaspoons required. She insisted however, that I smell the Fish Paste....OMG ! I was

OK so I measured it. I had been wondering for some time just how big it was. I should really have measured it when we first got married, but you're in love, you feel fabulous and it does not seem important...how wrong I was ! There were times I looked at it and imagined it bigger or smaller, depending on the angle you were looking at it. I knew it was bigger than most, but tried to keep that at the back of my mind. Last week, unable to look at it, unmeasured, any more, I finally took out the tape measure and set to finding out exactly what I was dealing with.....7 inches .....far far far too much for any woman ! Nowhere near normal .It was beginning to feel tight and leave it's mark. It was no longer comfortable and I could not just continue to accept it.GASP had said nothing but I know it was affecting him too. Something has to be done about my waist ....7 whole inches above the recommended 32 inches!

Yesterday, May 14th 2011 was a lucky and unlucky day for GASP. Unlucky because he woke to find he was married to a hormonally charged b**** and lucky in that he was still alive at 11.00pm last night. As some of you will appreciate,( and some of you will completely doubt! )yesterday I was taken over completely by hormones. I woke looking for a fight and in these circumstances, your nearest and dearest is target number 1. GASP's mere presence in the house....no...on Earth ! was enough of a reason to look at him venomously when he rose from his slumber, 2 hours, 17 minutes and 14 seconds after I has got up with HIS baby ! It was his fault that I was knackered having been out on Thursday night. It was also his fault that part of our large oak tree had fallen down during the week, necessitating that he spent his Saturday wielding a chainsaw, chopping wood for OUR winter fire......IT'S ONLY MAY FOR CHRISTS SAKE ! The sound of the chainsaw was somewhat soothing , in that I was able t

One year after the tremendous celebrations which marked my 40th birthday, I hit 41, (or should I say, slid into it).To say it is an anti-climax is somewhat of an understatement, as it bears no resemblance to the fuss and attention lavished on me aged 40, but hey ho, on with life we go ! Having whinged a bit, I did have a lovely weekend. On Staurday night we went round to Victor and the blondes and enjoyed a great dinner of Parma wrapped pork fillet, wiht all the trimmings, in the company of Newly Single and the lovely Skinny Mallink ( the only person I know who owns the book "Strategies for Gaining Weight".....I kid you not !)Bubbly moved on to White wine and the nutters at the table( I was not one of them!) moved further onto the deadly Black Sambucca.....nuts !I did spend some time however swinging ( no, not that type of s party ) on Victors magnificent ( no, not that type of party either) HAMMOCK ! I was wearing my new GOK Style wrap dress wiht a killer pair of scarlet hee

So, last Monday the Mad One turned 40. What a delight, as the more people who reach that age, the younger I feel. We spent last weekend partying with family as the Ambassadrice came home from Paris and the Fit One made it all the way from New Zealand. We had a great four days, culminating in a birthday party in BMM's on Sunday, involving the magnificent cake from The Flying Bbay Cake Company, a gluten free masterpiece, incorporating the Mad One sitting on her big red couch surrounded by her favourite things ie. the children, wine bottles, Hello magazine, coookery books and pots and pans. It was truly fantastic, as you can see, and the vanilla sponge with strawberry cream tasted amazing......there isn't a crumb left. The Mad One delighted us by fulfilling her life long ambition of singing a song from start to finish ( she only ever does the first two lines)We loved her version of "Bright Blue Rose" by Mary Black, but was so nervous she sang to a blank wall in BMM'