GUEST LIST?????

We are not going to the coast this weekend, they say a change is as good as a rest. Its my sons birthday next week, unfortunately for me, but fortunately for him he is going away with his girlfriend, and will not be here. So we decided to celebrate early and do a meal here at home for him and his girlfriend on Saturday night. He paid us a visit the Monday just gone, and he put in his request for what he would like to dine on. I asked him if there was anyone else, besides his girlfriend, he wanted to ask?

"Errrrm! John Lenon, but not if he brings his wife" was the reply. So after I'd clipped him around the ear, He said "think about it mum, if you could invite anyone dead or alive to a dinner, who would you have? No more than eight mum or we'll need a banqueting hall".

Well I really had to think about this, I mean there are some folks I'd really enjoy having one, two, three or more drinks with. Others though, that I'd have to hold back from the wine or I'd never remember if they had given me some important tip that could help me save mankind!!!!So my son gave me the rules

1. Semi formal dinner.

2. I had prepared all the food, but had help with serving.

3. There was to be no seating plan, people could sit next to anyone they wished.

4. My guests could be living or dead.

5. No more than eight invites, if they bring their partner it counts as one of your guests.

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This took me soooooooooooo long to do, and I think I changed my mind at least a hundred times.

My first guest would be SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL. Math brought me a book for Christmas, it was all about his childhood, his political career, and is full of all his anecdote's, which I found very amusing. I wondered what new ones he would muster up with my other guests. I can't remember which lady so and so it was who said to him "if you were my husband, I'd poison your drink" to which he replied "if you were my wife I would drink it".

My next guest I would like to have sat around my table is LADY MARGARET THATCHER, to ask her why? Proud, as I am that she was the first lady prime minister. I wonder why she went about about destroying communities that she herself was raised in... I think her and Sir Winnie would have plenty to say to each other.

My third one would please my son, and maybe he would strum us a song at the end of the evening. Someone who's music and lyrics I adore, JOHN LENNON my favorite Beatle. Sorry he couldn't bring Yoko, I want him all by himself.

Now this my seem a strange choice, but this woman must have had some balls, I want her at my table to teach me some assertiveness, QUEEN BOADICEA. Of course her charriot would be left at home and she would arrive in the local taxi, I wonder if she would tip????


Again a book I was brought by Math (do you think he's trying to educate me), the collected works of OSCAR WILDE. "I have only my genus to declare", how cool is that. I imagine that it would be like watching a ping-pong match as Winnie and Oscar threw comments at each other, and Maggie wanting to put her two-penny's-worth in, and John saying "cool it man give us some peace"!!! Your there aren't you, you can imagine it??????

Lets bring someone in now who should still be in this breathing world, who touched the heart of millions PRINCESS DIANA. My one and only son was born the same day as her first born son, so I feel we would have a lot to talk about. Also I found her death so tragic and couldn't believe the effect it had on the nation, I just would like to let her know how much she was loved. So many have made their fortune by writing their versions of her life I would love to have the chance to hear what she really felt. I bet she would love listening to John and I bet she would help me do the pots!!!!!!!
Well we better invite MOTHER TERESA. Not only to keep Diana company but she worked so long and so hard for others it would be nice to see her put her feet up and let others know the values of life. Its strange how they both died on the same day, don't you think???

Finally, my daddy. It would be fantastic to tell him all about his grandson he never met, how well he was doing. Let him catch up with my life events and to give him a big kiss and cuddle.

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Well the tables set, I'm just going to change into my L.B.D, ready to meet and greet my guests. I would love to know who my blogging buddies would invite to their dinner table. It would be interesting to see how much the guest lists differ around the globe.

If you fancy posting about your guest list, please let me know, not just because I'm nosey but it would be really interesting to see who makes you tick!!!!!!!!!!!!

FRIDAY 55 FLASH FICTION- Bees chat up line..

BEES CHAT UP LINE.

I've known you since you were a bud...

Your intoxicating aroma makes me buzz.

Developed petals now embracing me,

As your nectar I aim to get...

My Queen will be forever in your debt,

For making her honey flow...

Thank you for the pleasure,

of pollen laden legs..

These beating wings will hasten,

My flighty return...............

MY BOYS....

I was recently reading a post from G-mans blog, who was telling the story about his family's stay in Amsterdam. This reminded me of two years ago, just before Christmas, when Math and Nat announced to me that they were going for a weekend to Amsterdam. Their alibi was that they wanted to share a weekend doing some photography work together, father and son sharing their art. Now to be honest I thought it would be more of thisAnd a bit that.
But in fairness it looks like there was a lot of this




Of course they paid a visit to that!!!!!
But it did look like they worked hard taking their photographs.

So deserved to visit a few more of these!!!!Nat took this photo of a shop window display, can you see his reflection in the mirror?
So all in all, it looks like my boys,
had an ELECTRIC time!!!!!!!

L.B.D...........

I am stood in my bedroom looking at the mess and destruction I have caused. Now please be patient with me whilst I explain the reason behind this totally unacceptable behaviour.

Last week I was being rather naughty by eavesdropping on a conversation between Math and my son . I heard my son say "do you think she'd be up for it?" To which Math answered "well each day is different but I think she would be ok". "Well don't say anything till next week and I'll find out the times and more details, its Thursday and roughly about 7.30ish" Nat, (my son) replied.

Now here is 'Detective Queenies' (all Scorpios make good detectives) summery on said conversation. Next Thursday my son is attending an awards evening in Nottingham for the best restaurants and bars in the city. His girlfriend will be unable to accompany him as she is on holiday in Barcelona with her sister. Whilst they were with us at the coast the other weekend I heard them, (you can't help it in the holiday home, the walls are thin), having a bit of a heated discussion about who 'Nat' could and could not take to accompany him that evening, with her being absent.
Therefore its 'elementary my dear Watson', he's going to ask me to be his consort for the evening, to keep the peace and save an interrogation upon his girlfriends return....

Being a woman who always likes to be prepared (I was a Brownie ), a suitable outfit needed to be ready for the evening, and of course an evening such as this required the L.B.D (I'm sure you know, 'little black dress').
Aware that my exercise regime has been severely restricted since my accident last year, (I walked at least seven miles a day, and attended a gym now and again ), I found that I had gained several pounds in weight and widened in certain areas. However I was taken by complete surprise, no shocked and horrified, to what extent this had magnified. The only way I could ever achieve any sort of size zero would be to have parts of my body amputated, and my diet to be wholly of crunching ice- cubes.

I suppose I was being a little over optimistic, by first trying a little designer number I brought a few years ago (it was in the sale, but still cost me a small fortune). No matter how I pushed and shoved the zipper around my waist, it stuck. Moving quickly through my stash of LBD's, once stored neatly in my wardrobe, now in a heap around my bedroom, the message was becoming crystal clear. To the shops I must go, a new little bigger black dress to buy......

GOOD NEWS...

Thought I would give you an update on Barb (my special mum), and its good news. She has moved to the nursing home, her room is part of the new extension and she is the first to occupy it. (I know she will like that).

It is only six miles away from my brother and his wife, which makes visiting a whole lot easier for them.

My sister-in law said that she was fine moving down there and when they used the hoist to lift her she didn't complain (not to much anyway). They told me that the staff are very patient and spend time coaxing her to eat, which has all got to be good news.

I came across some photos taken three years ago when I was down there visiting mum, this was just before she went into the first home.
I think they tell a story, I started giggling as I looked through them, reminiscing about that day.
The whole lot of us went out for Sunday lunch, Math and I travelled to the hotel with my brother and his wife. Mums boyfriend was taking her to the place in his Rolls, I thought how cute my little mum looked in this huge car.
Anyway I' ve never driven a Rolls so asked if I could do the return journey home. Now to say my brother is a natural born whittler would be an under statement, and his view of women drivers is very poor. He decided it would become his job to direct me out of the car park. Now if only he had left me to my own device's everything would have been fine, but no, he had to put his two-penny's worth in. He got me in a bit of a flap and 'CRUNCH' I hit the bloody wall behind me dam, blast and carnations.

Lucky for me there was no damage done, mums boyfriend was really cool about it (well he's another one back home).
You will see the expressions on my brothers face, what a panic knickers, there was no need, we all arrived home safe and sound......