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Ten days, only ten days to go and my babies will be back in their booba’s arms… altogether now… aaaaaaaah!

Some have suggested my weirdisms weren’t weird enough… got me thinking. I do have one or two other meshugases as we say…

I can’t stand empty clothes hangers hanging in the wardrobes.

I always wear jewellery when I go out but the minute I get in the house or the office, I take it off. I hardly ever wear necklaces; I can’t stand anything around my neck, only kisses.

At last I posted a new mrsbg. I was in trouble with my muse. Vincent came to me in a vision… yeah, I know what you’re all thinking; what’s new… but to elucidate matters, Bobby is my fantasy not Vincent. Vincent is my muse. He sat me down, took my hands in his and told me in his sweet soft voice to move myself and to stop dragging my heels. He said there is only one Mrs Goren and I have to keep her going…. or else. I quite fancied a bit of “or else” with Vincent, but then he was gone and I was back sitting by my keyboard.

So, thank you Vincent and in your honour a beautiful photograph of you and a short sweet verse that I believe your fans will readily associate with…. I certainly did. If you don’t mind I think that London-Love my place for everything Vincent D’Onofrio will now just be a weekly feature.

I have also written two of my own, that truly reflect how I feel. Yesterday would have been our wedding anniversary and I woke up feeling good. I scrawled Love Love in bad traffic on my way to the office yesterday and our secretary remarked on my exceptionally good spirits… I’m usually in good spirits, which means I was probably really irritating her dancing and prancing around, even though my workload was heavy and yawnworthy. My Heart has been around in draft form for ages, but without the ending. Yesterday I could complete it.

At the moment I am enjoying the poetry… I appreciate it is not to everyone’s taste and hardly in the league of the professionals, but I’m getting a kick from it… I wish I had more time to devote then maybe it would improve…. hmm… or maybe not!

I am not around too much over the weekend. Out for Shabbat lunch tomorrow and of course… da da, the engagement party on Sunday. I have been rather busy busy, but I hope to visit everyone today.

Hope you all have a lovely weekend and Shabbat Shalom to my Jewish friends.

P.S. Have just put the phone down from talking to No.1 son. They are all well and he’s waxing lyrical over Moriah who he says has the sweetest temperament and is such a delight. He doesn’t have to convince me… I know. Ooooooh I am so excited… think I’m the biggest kid of all.

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P.P.S. Diesel has an interesting challenge. He is going to read most books that are recommended to him… there are certain rules which he has spelt out for me very simply on G’s blog. I guess it’s like a marathon read, but really more a readathon. I wish him luck.


Diesel I would love you to read The Kite Runner, a debut novel by the pen of Khaled Hosseini published in 2003 and it is under 500 pages. I don’t think I saw it on your list and I know it is reasonably and readily available from Amazon.

I’m not sure how adequately I can review it now as I initially read it three years ago, but it is set in Afghanistan and moves to America. I seem to recommend it to everyone and some of you will be getting it for Christmas presents, because I so want to share this amazing story.

One of my favourite authors Isabel Allende wrote of the book, “Unforgettable… extraordinary. It is so powerful that for a long time after, everything I read seemed bland.”

I echo her words and I shall read it again when I go away soon and come back with a better review than saying read it because I did and I enjoyed it.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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