Happy July Dear Readers.

Well, of course I sound gushing… the sun is shining, it’s gorgeous and warm and I’m going a lovely shade of lobster. That’s the thing about being fair skinned… I’ve never been the blonde goddess type, more the beetroot with prickly heat type.

Anyway…Let me tell you about the wonderful experience I had in June.

My wonderful chum Karen, who is still very much involved in the music scene, phoned and asked me to help style a house belonging to a certain singing celeb for a photo shoot. Surprisingly I jumped at the chance and called his manager to arrange a visit.

I arrived at the house very early one Sunday morning full of enthusiasm. Having knocked on the door a number of times and waited for 10 minutes, the most gorgeous man opened the door with a teeny towel covering his vitals.

“My, oh my,” I just stood there mumbling in a ridiculous fashion with my head bent to the ground. I quickly realised as the door was being shut, that this hunk of joy couldn’t understand a word I was saying and obviously thought I was someone who needed therapy. (He was quite right there let me tell you.)

Having stuck my foot in the door I lifted my head and explained who I was and laughed about how hot it was. (It was so obvious that I was having a ‘funny turn’ because it was raining outside and not particularly warm either). The hunky one just smiled which completely took my breath away and I had to sit down and have a glass of water.

Needless to say I managed to compose myself whilst he put his clothes on and came downstairs with his extremely beautiful wife. Sometimes life can be so cruel.

I hadn’t felt so childish since I met THE man who dominated my early teens – Donny Osmond. Like the hunk, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he was also a lovely chap and luckily they both had a good sense of humour.

The rest of the month has been rather hectic as it’s party season and most weekends are rather on the frantic side (putting it mildly). This is the time of year that Smiler (grumpy husband) dreads as he’s left looking after our wonderful children who suddenly become very demanding and even bossier than usual.

This means that when I arrive home in the wee small hours of the morning, I can expect to find happy hubbie completely out cold with the television still on snoring profusely, or unconscious on the bed fully clothed. Meanwhile the kids have run riot and the house looks like a herd of wild buffalo on speed have been in every room.

Talking about the kids, I was full of enthusiasm when my lovely neighbours mentioned they were thinking of having a garage sale and I suggested we should do one together. The children were very keen to make a penny or two and quickly sorted everything they wanted to sell. Obviously once they were out of the way, I sorted everything I thought they should sell.

The day of the sale arrived and having put signs up along the nearby roads, I noticed that next door had a very neat and well planned display. Running inside I grabbed Smiler (who seemed somewhat indifferent to the whole thing) and forced him to help me shove our mish mash of goods onto the driveway. It was a beautiful day with the sun shinning and everyone felt full of energy.

 After a couple of hours I nipped out to shops only to come back an hour later to find the kids upstairs playing with their long discarded toys that I’d put in the sale and Smiler sitting in an old chair on the driveway, fast asleep.

Later in the day, having sold most of their gear, my wonderful neighbours knowing me so well, popped over with a bottle of bubbly to celebrate. Now that’s what I call being neighbourly.

Keep Smiling!

– Jenny

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