So why am I here?

Because I will do anything not to have to vacuum... or make the bed...or fold away the laundry (if any of you actually thought I'd throw in ironing, you must be the peripheral lot that do not know the Maharani of Kuchbhinahin well at all! Normally, I'd read this and go... well, don't then. But today is extra special coz Ma & Ba arrive shortly, and them, the Mok will indulge happily. By the way, my feet look very fetching in my new jane norman osho chappals - chocolate and turquoise, quite scrumptious. Was actually hanging around the dating website flinging back silly emails, when I thought it was time I updated those of you who do read this on the protocal of blogging as see through the lens of Apara..... you're meant to post your comments, not send me wonderful emails! actually, feel free to do both, but I just wanted to share what super deluxe cutlet from up north had to say about my 'chasma' (glasses) episode, as in his usual brilliance he's stolen the words right off my fingertips, and I enjoyed it too much not to share. Those of you that continue to be visually challenged, will really appreciate this... so as Bollywood's greatest loss said to me, and I quote......

"I think glasses are sexy...seen as I too have a tendency to indulge in them, from the age of 7! If I had laser surgery, what would freak me out is waking up in the morning and actually seeing things without the usual frantic grope ! My other irrational fear is if I were to be kidnapped and my captors took away my glasses, I wouldnt know who I was kneeling down in front of, but then again..... :-)Hope you are doing OK cutletWe're off to our annual pilgrimage to le France tomorrow with less Euro's to spend this time !!Vinod"

In case you wondered, it's a funny old day here... warm, but cloudy. Feels and looks like rain in the air, but it's behaving like an annoyingly coy bride refusing to raise her eyes beyond the tip of her dainty nose. Still, I rather like it, despite the spring song of this idiot bird on the tree outside. The weater also seems to spawn stud muffin types roaring around in their porsche/bmw convertibles, funky music blaring.... just seems so wrong in this delicate neighbourhood (and don't be rude and go asking so what the hell I'm doing living here!) - especially when you stumble upon an aston martin roadster (yes!! can you believe it??) engine growling in that sexily threatening way only a roadster can... then as your heart races and your eyes adjust to the testosterone steaming for the car, you notice the sole occupant. Sunglasses, gold ornamentation and cigar... yep - waaaay too many fittycen videos methinks. Suddenly, jeans and combat boots don't seem to be a bad thing to be wearing when this snarls past you.

Right, guess I'd better get a move on - it's just gone 5 pm, and there's only so long that the drying towels and I can balefully glare at each other....