i finished a year in provence. it was as delightful as i thought it would be. really felt as though i had popped into provence for a bit. v. good.
it's really quiet in the office today. just derek, esther the new receptionist and me.
By the way, i may have forgotten to mention that my husband has been renamed as derek by Gitanjali, who is no longer gitanjali at all, but Xina. Lol!
She told me, as i was getting her ready one day that her name was Princess Josephina. She asked me for my name, and voila! i am now princess esmeralda. she then announced that her papa was derek. so i asked her, "is he a prince, baby?"
And the answer?
"no mama. He's just Derek. He doesn't have a crown or anything... he's just derek. Derek! Derek! come here Derek! Derek!" (needless to say she has a crown. it is pink and furry and sort of hairbandy, that her nut of a godfather, kumar, bought for her at some ridiculous price from klcc...) And then she proceeded to call her father "Derek" until he was forced to answer her. So anyway, now he's Derek. and so he shall be henceforth referred in this blog, as derek is infinitely nicer than "moo".
oh, i bet you're wondering why her name is xina instead of princess josephina right? well i bought some gloxinias last week (gorgeous indoor flowering plant), and brought one to the office, which i named Xina. G happened to be in the office last week, and i introduced her to Xina, whereupon, Gitanjali, consumed with immediate envy, renounced her princesshood, and declared that her name was now Xina, and that the plant is now Princess Josephina. which worked out quite well, b'cos obviously, xina is shorter than p.josephina and its highli unlikely that i need to call the plant, whereas G needs to be called all the time...
Only fault in this whole name change by G is that she can never remember "Xina", so she sidles up to me, and goes, "uhh, mama? what's my name? aah. Xina. Papa, don't call me Gitanjali. i am ...uh... mama, who am i? i forgot...i am zani... no i am xina." LOL... there should be a constant laugh track in my house, cause the insanity never stops. My mum called the other day, and spoke to her, and she told my mum, "i'm very busy. i'm eating poisonous biscuits!" (actually she meant expensive biscuits, but it came out wrong...)
so anyway, suddenly everyone's back from court and the office is noisy... see you soon.