my day away...

As my rent was just raised, I needed to have my self indulgant day.... a push for a look at buying a house...
So, my anything is possible fantasy...

so I started things off with tea and conversations with the Dalai Lama, a meditation with his holiness, then off to take photos on the African Savannah until lunch... of course I would get brilliant wildlife images. Then, lunch in Bombay (is it still Bombay?) and shopping in the bazaars for a few hours. Lots of good natured bartering, bolts of cloth, sweets, spices, and all the while taking photos of the beautiful faces around me... all my purchases would be toted along for me by some wonderful person I hired whom I would pay ridiculously well. Afternoon tea would be in Margie's fantasy English cottage's garden, at which all of you would be joining us. Tea would followed by the Gypsy fair, which would consist of even more than horses, and we would all go and eat lovely tidbits, and have our fortunes told by a wonderful ancient gypsy woman, and dance to fiddles and tamborines and laugh and laugh and laugh. Of course, lots of photos. Then, off to an Italian spa for a massage, a foot rub, and have my hair (which will be long and glorious) done, so I can find a lovely Italian cafe for a late dinner... I would sit alone with a book, sip Pinot Noir and have the most gloriously handsome young waiter treat me like the only guest there, and a perfect espresso for dessert. (Okay, that bit I really did get to experience, in downtown Vancouver at a lovely place called Capri 19, and the handsome young waiter was told by his flamboyantly gay maitre de, with whom I had been giggling and visiting with after he admired my amethyst pendant, that I was to have a seat at the open air window as I was the most beautiful woman in Gastown that night... totally made my weekend, even if it was over the top! I therefore did get the most spectacular service I have ever had and soaked it all in). After dinner, I would be off to London to see an opera, which I have always wanted to do, dressed, of course, to the nines (in my fantasy, I just happen to have the perfect outfit for every occasion right at my fingertips). My balcony seat would offer the most advantageous view. It would of course by then be somewhere near midnight... time for late night tea and lunch in Russia with my friend Yulia, who lives in Kalinigrad, and a long visit as we stroll along the moonlit Baltac Sea. Getting close to the dawn of the final hours of my day, I would whisk away to Sri Lanka, to the home of my friend Neeranga, and watch the sun rise with her and her family, drinking tea laced with spices and milk... then home at once to curl up in bed, nestled close to my Ian and knowing my children are all three safe in their rooms, knowing my self indulgent day was just for me... and they can all come to the next one...

So, anyone else plotted out their day other than me, Darling Lovley Kori and Madam Margie? I have to do the rounds and see!
xx