Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 04:00:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: A becker <abecker60@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Jian 85

Jian

Okay a walk up the block. Chani and Charlie running ahead... they wanted to
see Ali's baby. Gaby and Ansara keeping up with them.

Ali looking gorgeous sitting in a rocking chair holding Wesley. Blue eyes,
light brown hair, quite cute.

Chani and Charlie softly squeezed one of Wesley's hands, Ali smiling.

"Fay... Cho... we are so glad Wesley has joined us properly... me
especially!"

Francis nodding behind her... a smile that verged on bursting his face
open. A proud popa!!

Daria at the door, hugs and kisses. Francis took Wesley so Daria could hold
him, it is amazing to see her face.

"Daria will you be Wesley's grandmother?"

My arm around Daria... she quivered saying `Yes!'

We did a mild cheer for them.

I got Wesley... a cutie for sure. His face now showed a bit of mom and
popa.

Noises from him... Time for a feeding... he did his first ones at the
hospital very successfully. Ali moved to the nursery, another rocking chair
with a swaying footstool.

We got Wesley settled down with her... he went on her nipple right away!
Wonderful to see him be so eager. Daria on a chair holding one of Ali's
hands... such a light in her eyes. In the living room I mentioned to
Francis he'd have to keep his guard up with Daria... a quizzical look.

"I can see she'll be a `spoiler' with Wesley."

We all laughed to his, "She will have considerable competition from me!"

We didn't stay long. Goodbye kisses for Ali and Daria... Francis too.

He is good for tonight. Wesley's nurse would start in the morning.

Strapped in at Newburgh... all Okay for take-off. Next stop Bron Airport at
Lyon... Delphine doesn't know.



85





We had dinner after the Twins watched two Charlie Chaplin movies. The new
C&C Production show would be at Harcourt House... coming soon. It would
happen on the Twin's schedule... we wait!



Sweet kissing by Cho after forty minutes of intense sex... we have been in
total sync about sex from the very first! Pleasure given and taken
joyfully!

I was asleep immediately in his warm arms.



>>>

"Your Majesty... you have rewarded me quite well... nothing more need be
done."

The King smiled, "From your perspective... from mine I think you have been
a true and loyal knight, willing to sacrifice for the Kingdom, very skilled
in diplomacy and leadership, a strong voice for Me and the Kingdom."

I knelt and received the parchment scroll which declared me the Duke of
K********.

The King held my hand, "I'd make you a son if it was possible. Your family
is an important part of the history of this land... rewarding you is a
pleasure I reserve for myself."

My thank you made him smile, "K******** come have a brandy with me."

We raised our glasses to the the Kingdom. I followed with a toast to him.

Going down the passage to the dining room his arm holding
mine... "K******** some individuals standout from the rest... you are one
of those. Please indulge my pleasure."

I said I would be as I have been... at his service. That brought a huge
smile.

We sat to dinner. He asked me to humour him by allowing a visit so our cook
could delight him with one of her marvellous meals.

I said name the date.

A laugh, "I shall inform you soonest!"

<<<

I sat up... four minutes until the alarum. I rubbed my face, another Gwen
dream without her. They are getting mixed about now. A shoulder
shrug... what ever my subconscious wanted to say it was going `round the
houses to say it.



Jaidee did his business on the grassy area beside the 767 parked at
Bron. Chilly with a good breeze flowing over the airport's open spaces. We
kept moving to stay warm.



Breakfast enlivened by the Twins telling Delphine welcome home to Lyon! She
jumped up to look out... nothing she knew... she had not been to this older
airport which had been superseded by Saint Exupéry Lyon International as
the main Airport serving the city.

She sat down to look at me... I laughed, "Ask Gaby..."

Gaby grinning, "I was ambushed last year... we landed in the Dordogne to my
astonishment."



Delphine had a small surprise of her own... holding up an old copy of
`Science' Magazine from... she said "Nineteen eighty." 1980... I wasn't
born yet!

She opened it to page 1095.

`Extra-terrestrial Cause for the Cretaceous-Tertiary Extinction.'

I laughed, Luis Alvarez, his son Walter, Frank Asaro and Helen
Michel... authors.

"Fay, I got this from an online bookseller. The internet can be quite
wonderful!"

Delphine told the Twins they would spend time slowly learning about why the
dinosaurs become extinct... the `Alvarez Hypothesis!'

The babies clapping bouncing in their little seats!

Visit time!

A wool frock, cowl collar, long sleeves, hem at mid-thigh in dark gray,
silver jewellery, black stockings and red Louboutin heels. `Joy' A black
car coat length wool jacket, collar turned up and black leather gloves.

Chani in a black velvet dress to her ankles, black Mary Janes, red
socks. She had a black car coat too.

Cho and Charlie in identical charcoal gray suits, pale gray shirts and red
ties. Red socks for both!! The men wearing trench coats over their suits.

Aren't we cute! The Twins loved us dressing alike!



Cars to the city, it is only twenty minutes to the Croix Rousse
neighbourhood in the 1er Arrondissement. Her family lived in a flat on Rue
Diderot. Their building had a Traboule and is close to the very famous
Traboule et Cour des Voraces. I hoped the Twins could see it.



We climbed out... Delphine smiling, "I well remember this!"

A very nice tiled entry... the ground floor all reddish brown
shades... warm colours. Up to the top floor, we carried the Twins part of
the way... lots of stairs to get to the third floor.

Delphine's mama and popa welcoming us in the passage... then in their
door. A lovely living room past the entry... windows looking out to the
east across the Rh`ne and the city beyond.

They were introduced to Chani and Charlie... the Twins said in their
adorable dual speaking way they 'loved having Delphine as their teacher'
their French impeccable! Her parents shocked... our children did that
often.

Mama got another big hug from Delphine then popa. They were very happy to
see her. Delphine working for us is a source of great pride. Their daughter
as a tutor to the Twins quite the amazing thing.

Her Maman had often seen Delphine in snaps in the news and magazines with
Chani and I at Mirabelle stores and elsewhere out and about. She said it
was a bit of shock to start... one of her neighbours came over in the
spring with a glossy magazine it had pictures of us in a London park... the
whole family going around. The woman held it up... waving it a
bit... `Regarde ta fille ` `Look your daughter!'

The neighbour lady was amazed and a somewhat envious.

Delphine looking at her Maman... "Vraiment? Mme Benetoit?" "Really?
Mrs. Benetoit?"

Her mother nodding. We learned Mme Benetoit was always on about her
daughter `the fashion model.' Delphine's mother was seen as `one upping'
Mme Benetoit. Heads shaking.

Delphine laughed later telling us about her mother listening to Mme
Benetoit's stream of `news' on her daughter's doings in Paris, Milan,
etc...



We were in their sitting room... tea? We agreed. I went into the kitchen
with Delphine and her mama... their housekeeper smiling as she was
introduced. We chatted as the tea things were put together.



Cho asked about visiting the Traboule in their building and next
door... Delphine's popa took Cho and the Twins plus Delphine and Tha with
Protectors while we did the tea. I did not do much... I stood by a living
room window with `Maman' she thanked me for bringing Delphine home.



I told her Delphine had been an immediate hit with the Twins. Her skill
working with above average children had an instantaneous impact. The babies
skill in French a direct result.

"Tha is fluent in French but a native speaker like Delphine always gives
you more... subtle inflections and tones making the Twins French richer and
deeper."

I could see she was struggling on how to address me, I put out my
hand... "I'm just Fay."

A big smile, "Fay, Delphine has always been a teacher of some sort. As a
child she taught her younger brother how to do things, he's three and half
years younger, such as tying his shoes, how to use his knife and
fork... always being gentle... helping him learn to do the little things of
life."

"Delphine is doing that for our children, she and Tha compliment each
other. Both have the skill of educating rather than directing."



The men and babies came back. My trio enjoyed seeing a few secret ways of
the old Lyon neighbourhood. A short story about the French resistance
outwitting the nazis using the `secret ways' of the district.

We sat down to a nice tea, small cakes, biscuits and cookies. The Twins got
three... they loved them much to the pleasure of the housekeeper who made
them!

Delphine's parents had been kept up to date of her travels. She told them
about our houses, some about us and the Twins.

We heard her family had lived in this neighbourhood for over one hundred
and fifty years. This flat for more than seventy years. The family moved in
here after the war.

Smiling I said it would pleasant to awake to the view across the Rh`ne, sip
coffee looking out. Delphine's mother gave me a smile... Ah... I guess she
does just that.

It was a enjoyable couple of hours for us. We did goodbyes and were thanked
for our visit... for bringing Delphine. The Twins thanked the housekeeper
for the baked treats... that lady's lined face spreading wide in a smile.

Hugs, handshakes and kisses.



The cars dropped us on the tarmac by the 767. Mira had us going
quickly. Bron is now a business airport so the traffic is light. Straight
to Le Bourget.

On the tarmac at Le Bourget we did hugs and kisses for Jaidee, he went on
to Harcourt House to wait for us. Lil and Yobi taking care of their
`passenger.'

Odette and Thérèse waiting in their AW139's. Thierry had cars at the
heliport for our short drive to Quai de Bethune.

We turned onto the cobblestones... they made a wonderful sound under the
wheels...

At the street door Lucien smiling with a wave to the Twins as we drove
in. Once they were on their feet they walked back to say hello to Lucien
and Augusta. This time they needed no name prompting.



Upstairs we all changed to casual clothes. We were going outdoors for a
bit, black skinny jeans, red cut-off t-shirt, the black knitted jacket I
found at Redlight in Seattle, the tiny yellow embroidered buttercup flowers
along the zipper, snug to my body. Black ankle boots, black gloves. Black
Harcourt Racing Apple hat.

The babies in jeans with shirts and long-sleeve pullover jumpers. Caps like
mine.

Cho in pale gray flannel trousers, white turtleneck and the black and white
Harris tweed jacket. I loved him in that combination!!



We carried Chani and Charlie to Square Barye! Playground! They ran to the
slide... waiting for Tha and Delphine to get there... they enjoyed
themselves for a few minutes. I motioned to the merry-go-round. They came
running.

"Sit in the middle facing out... " Tha and Delphine sat to hold them. Cho
and I spun the merry-go-round not too fast to start... we picked up
speed... they loved it... whirring around... waving their
arms... giggling!!

They wanted keep going... Popa kneeling with them explaining we were going
to dinner so they would have to wait for more. Okay.

We crossed Boulevard Henri IV to Rue St-Louis-en-l'Ile... our crowd on the
west side going along until we got to Nicolas's store. Cho and Charlie went
in... Cho asked for three bottles of Val d'Auge to be delivered. The patron
said they will be sent in fifteen or twenty minutes. Chani and I at the
door... we waved.



At the connection of the Rue St-Louis en l'Isle and Rue Poulletier a crowd
was around the church doors... a christening! Happy faces. The young one
and her parents plus toddlers, teens, young adults, middle aged and the
elders... this christening had everything! A big family. Picture taking.

We applauded them. They waved... they could see our bunch together.

Father Bertrand smiling. He came over to us. I did introductions. He bent
down to greet the babies.

I asked if we could come by tomorrow afternoon? He said he would enjoy
giving us a tour. We needed to call or ring the bell at number
three... they would get him.

We shook hands. "À demain"



Walking again, a right turn at Rue Deux Ponts. Les Fous de L'Ile. The owner
greeted us... he had tables in the front left of the door for us. Two
Protectors sat at the end of the bar and a small table.

They had seats for Charlie and Chani who thanked them. We settled in.

Cho suggested the roasted Camembert as a starter for everyone? Lots of
`Yeses!'

Okay a good beginning... I chose a Caesar salad to share with Chani. Cho
and Charlie went for tomatoes, and stracciatella on focaccia then we four
all decided on their cod special of the day.

Cho and the patron's wine decision is a Chateau Haut-Brion Blanc! One of
those superb Bordeaux's.



We enjoyed our dinner. The dressing on the Caesar light, full of
flavour. The fish flaky, the sauce lovely. Our plates emptied!! The wine
very nice! Fruity with a bit of flint in the background from the soil.

The twins both had the strawberry tart with cream sauce while Cho and I
split their cheese plate.

The owners pleased we expressed our appreciation for their work. We thanked
them and waved from the sidewalk.

One stop... Calvert's open to catch the dessert shopper. The Calvert folks
were glad to see us.

We bought several gallons, a mix of flavours. The Twins got a taste of the
salted caramel vanilla!! It is a hit! We added a gallon of that.



At the house Lucien smiling waiting to open the door. Gil had texted him of
our approach. Up in the lift to our main floor.



Afters for Cho and I, a puzzle and hot chocolate for Chani and Charlie.



Email from Lawan she'll go onto Mansfield Park in February! Lawan has
completed five Jane Austen novels... they are up on the Austen App and
available in print. There's not many to go... Lady Susan would be next.

Then the unfinished pair of novels, the other works... poems, letters,
etc... The last will be Jane's Juvenilia, three volumes.

So plenty of Jane Austen to go!



My morning walk is through Square Barye again right to the southeast end,
watching barges come down river. Leaning on the railing... cupping my hands
on the sides of my face... the narrow view could give the impression of the
Nineteenth Century.

Up to the high street, loaves from the Boulangerie, eclairs and two almond
tarts at the bakery.

Tara and Penny smiling, they'd get first taste because they made the trip
with me.



The loaves cut and buttered... into the oven, coffee made, the sweets on a
platter. We three sat down to breakfast. Smiles on their faces. The others
filed in slowly.

Chani went for an half éclair and a piece of the tart! Charlie likes his
bread so he started with that then the other half of Chani's éclair.

The second tart for Augusta and Lucien... big smiles and thank yous.

Happy faces on everybody, a great start of the day.



We had a lot on for today! We loaded some cars for Rue Jacob.

Paul at the street doors smiling as we drove in. We parked near the
Pavilion... Emilienne at the door to greet us. She had a huge smile meeting
Chani and Charlie. They charmed her with their French.

I told the Twins to wander around inside for now, we'd all go out
shortly. Cho and I looked at the book shelves... nearly full now! A
wonderful view... the shelves all around the room looking marvellous with
the various book spines colours and shapes!

We tried out the chairs and lounges... comfortable. The carpets fit
perfectly in what had been in my mind.

Gil went upstairs taking Chelle so she could have a look and they'd check
on the book shelves there.

The kitchen was a melange of various time periods.

Cho and I made espressos, sitting in the kitchen when the babies came in
with Tha and Delphine. Our children and their ladies loved the Pavilion.

Chani wanted to take Charlie to the temple... "In a few minutes... my
coffee is hot."

Chani sat on my lap to encourage me to drink. Charlie leaning on Popa
smiling... letting his sister do the wheedling. Cho's smile getting
bigger. Tha, Delphine, Gil and Chelle looking away so they didn't
laugh. Tara's grin in the doorway...

Chani's doe-like eyes did not break me down... I sipped my coffee. What's
the rush... its an espresso cup... three ounces!! Okay done!



Chani had my hand we went out the kitchen door... around the
corner... Charlie exclaimed it was `cool!' They both rushed towards it and
up the stairs. Paul had been asked to unlock it when we arrived. The babies
couldn't get the door knob turned... it is stiff.

Cho reached to do it... giving the door a gentle push. The babies went
in... smiles... a play space!

It was clean and neat, the dark wood floor shining, a fire had been laid, a
stack of wood in the curved-leg log holder. A wrought iron fire screen with
brass feet. A settee, a day-sofa, an over-stuffed chair, side tables and a
sideboard. I checked the cupboards... blankets in assorted colours, wool
and cotton plus a large pile of colourful knitted throws.

The furniture all from the 1920's.

Cho liked the furnishings, "Simple and usable. Fitting for the place."

A kiss from him.

Chani and Charlie ran around the garden... laughing! Hopping on the white
stone squares that make up the pathway.

We gathered them up after a bit of fun.



We drove over to Rue de Seine, across Boulevard Saint-Germain to
Natalys. In the car we told the Twins they could buy clothes... no toys.

"We want you to get warm things to start the winter."

Nods and `Okay Mama.' Tha and Delphine would watch out for sizes.



At the door the manager greeted us... I said we had two
shoppers... introductions for Chani and Charlie.  Smiling she in turn
introduced several salesladies.

Delphine went with Chani, Tha and Charlie made a beeline for jeans in
boys. Cho grinning said he'd follow his son. Fist bump!

In Girls, a lovely ribbed long sleeve vest in ivory also one in celery
green. Trousers, wool in red and black, heavy cotton ones in pale
gray. Assorted blouses... all long sleeved. T-shirts!! Several nice
dresses... one in ivory white, long sleeves with tiny yellow and blue
flowers embroidered on the bodice and several wool skirts.

We kept an eye on sizes... Chani and Charlie were not slowing their growth.

Natalys sent in reinforcements... two new ladies being very nice and
helpful... putting things aside, wrapping them as they added each to the
growing total.

"Delphine, if there is anything else put them on this space..." My hand
where the sales lady said was a good spot. "... I am going to buy something
nearby."

She smiled and nodded... `D'accord!'

I texted Cho with one word... << belts >> a thumbs up emoji back.

Gil will stay to do the money, Chelle with me.



I walked into Maison Mulot... their lovely aroma of baking!!

At the counter I asked for six dozen assorted macarons to be boxed and
another three dozen boxed separately. The young woman gave me a
look... "Madame... you were here last last year?"

I said Yes... "I bought macarons for the nice people at Natalys... a repeat
this year."

The manager came out to help... looking at me... she came out from behind
the counter... a curtsey?

"Comtesse, it is very nice you have returned."

I thanked her, we shook hands.

Chelle smiling at me dealing with what other people thought was right. A
curtsey in Republican France? I did appreciate the gesture.

The Maison Mulot ladies were terrific, quick. I took the big boxes, Chelle
to pay and carry the three dozen for us.

I went in the door at Natalys... they remembered too! A young sales lady
took the macarons... many `Merci's' which I in turn thanked them for. The
aroma of sweet baked treats drifting.



Lucien had arranged through Thierry the courier van for us. It had a good
load going to Quai de Bethune including our macarons.

We said goodbyes to Natalys, they crowded at the door waving... calling
Merci's and Au Revoir's.



A short walk around the corner to the Apple Store on Rue Clement! The Twins
asked to buy more iPhone cases... they liked switching off frequently!

A yellow t-shirted woman came up to us. I said hello, "Our children want
new iPhone cases?"

She was looking at me not them... she knew my face. A head shake like
clearing her mind. `Oui!' She escorted them towards the accessories. Tha,
Delphine and Gaby following.

An orange shirted young woman joined us when I waved... a knowing face,
"Comtesse comment puis-je aider?" "Countess, how can I help?"

"Souris d'ordinateur Bluetooth?"

I asked for Bluetooth mice that had precise tracking.

"Ah... Oui, par ici, s'il vous plaît .' This way please."

She showed me several Tecknet models... lightweight. The specs said it was
excellent for different uses, adjustable on-the-fly. A small size good for
women's hands. I turned to Gil and Chelle asking if they'd like one for
their MacBooks? They did... `Yes!' twice. Okay! I bought one for me, one
each for my ladies.

I got a Logitech one for Cho, it was larger, more suitable for his
hands. Very sensitive, even on cloth like a bed or chair arm or even a
trouser leg??



I was looking at other items when the store manager arrived.

He bowed, "Comtesse, it is good to see you with us. Are you being
adequately helped?"

I told him my orange t-shirt lady was doing very well as we shook hands.

I motioned to the items I was buying.

He turned to the sales woman, "Lady Harcourt is a Board of Directors member
so she should receive the employees discount... You know how to do that?"

I thought it a bit rude but then I didn't know either of them.

My sales helper smiled and said `Oui.'

After the store manager moved on... I looked to her.

"Comtesse, I am new to this store... I came from the Champs Elysees
store. He's being careful until I am better known."

I squeezed her arm nodding.



The Twins came running over, "Mama... look!"

They each had two cases, colourful and sturdy. Tha smiling so I knew they
were good.

Gil got together with the Orange sales lady to do the numbers.



Thierry's cars took us down Boulevard Saint-Germain to the Rue de Pontoise
dropping us at the corner. We told the drivers we'd walk home from
Verlaine's.

We were greeted like family at Le Petit Pontoise. They had the entire
banquette for us.

I waved from the kitchen door... smiles and lots of greetings!

I chose their house Old Fashioned, Cho a Martini and small colas for the
Twins. I split the artichoke and Parmesan tart tatin with Chani, same for
the guys.

Chani wanted shrimp so we both did the Provençale shrimp. The guys went
for the sea bass in vanilla sauce.

The wine is quite nice, a Chablis 1er cru `Les Fourneaux' fruity but in a
mellow sense with the mineral undertones common to the Chablis area. We
enjoyed it, Gil and Chelle had a glass which went over very well!

The Chocolate Mousse for two... the Twins. Cho and I shared the cheese
again.

A pleasant lunch in a restaurant we liked. A hug for the Maître,
goodbyes from the staff. The staff waving.

Many diners looking around wondering what was going on.



Around the corner Monsieur Verlaine delighted to meet the Twins. They did
handshakes sensing it was right for him. I took them to a section on
animals especially birds... two books each! Delphine and Tha to supervise
their choices.

Cho and I had a talk with Verlaine.

"Your children are beautiful."

That always brings smiles from us.

He and Stanislaus were nearly done with Rue Jacob... we said we'd visited
this morning... thank yous for them for the work.

They going full speed ahead for Twin Ponds... it was about seventy five
percent done.

"Stanislaus is in the Midlands at some sales... we anticipate getting some
good titles."

We congratulated him for paying attention to the Twins needs with the books
on birds and dinosaurs he sent to Harcourt House.

A smile, "Well when you said those topics Stanislaus had a dozen titles in
matter of few days."

Back on the shop floor the babies had their picks... one each and one they
wanted to share... a book about birds of Europe... what a tome. Had to be
ten pounds of it!! The pictures and illustrations were magnificent. We
agreed immediately. Cheers!



A short walk home. Lucien smiling at the door. Chani showed him how to fist
bump which brought a huge grin and a call for Augusta to come out. They
laughed loudly after being taught to bump.



Gil gave us a heads up... Okay for a visit, its a short walk.

Out the door around to Rue Poulletier... up to the Église St-Louis en
l'Isle. Father Bertrand at the door... fuller introductions this
time. Chani and Charlie shaking his hand, smiles.

Inside... maybe the most handsome Baroque church in France!! The beautiful
gray stone... Magnificent paintings, glorious wood, the chapels... the
gilding, stucco embellishments, amazing crystal chandeliers.

The cupola with its gold gilding and rich blues.

Standing there looking up at the ornate organ!! What a gorgeous thing! The
organ set into a wooden palace of its own with plaster and stone
adornments.

The pulpit of beautiful wood attached to a pillar with curved staircase
wrapping around the pillar! The stained glass windows colours so clear!
King Louis who became a saint and namesake of this church and island with
his wife Queen Blanche.

Father Bertrand gave us a terrific tour... the Twins were quiet looking all
around.

At the entrance to the Chapel of Baptism the Twins came alive...

Chani asked why people were baptised?

Father Bertrand, "It is a ceremony to bring them into the church."

Charlie, "So you cannot be part of the church without being baptised?"

Cho smiling, a squeeze of my hand.

Father Bertrand, "You can be part of the community but you cannot receive
the sacrament which is the essential the part of the Eucharist."

He looked at us with a wondering face... we could see he thought maybe his
words were too much for the Twins...

Chani, "So those receiving the sacrament have to believe it is the body of
Christ... without that it is pointless?"

The dear Father's face underwent a change...

"Yes my dear you are correct. Belief is the key."

Charlie, "Do people think receiving the sacrament washes away their sins?
What if they don't repent?"

The Father smiling, "People do deceive themselves but not God."

Charlie stuck out his fist... Father Bertrand `bumped' right away... Chani
too. The nice man must spend time with his younger parishioners.

Many thanks for the tour, Charlie and Chani smiling saying it is a
beautiful place... it must make worshipping very pleasant.

Father Bertrand squatted down to say the beauty of the church honours God.

Very nice goodbyes for the babies. Tha and Delphine leading the Twins out.

We knew the nice father wanted to say something.

"Comtesse... Sir Cho... they are two and half? It seems impossible."

Smiling, "You have the same reaction as many others. Yes, almost two and
half. They read and write in three languages... They are encouraged to read
every day... they play hard, do artwork and love Charlie Chaplin!"

Father Bertrand's face opening to a big smile.

I motioned to Gil for her iPad.

He smiled, "How do you keep up with them?"

Cho, "We have Tha and Delphine around them, guiding and helping them."

Me, "We are busy people... we make time to be with them... they travel with
us."

Gil brought up their birds showing them to the Father. She said these were
in the summer. Then Charlie's two birds and Chani's landscape... he held
the iPad looking intently.

Amazement, wonder, astonishment crossed his face... then Gil flipped to
Chani's little Rue Jacob temple... he caught the subtleties of her work.

"I have seen this little temple somewhere."

I told him we owned the property on Rue Jacob where it sat. I said the
author Natalie Clifford Barney lived there for sixty years.

"Yes... a tiny Doric temple tucked away in a corner of the garden?"

"Yes! It is at the back in a corner."

"The shading... the way it is framed by the trees... Chani has taste as
well as skill."

Cho said we were very happy the babies had many talents and we intended to
give them the tools to expand themselves at their pace.

We shook hands with more thank yous for the tour.

We were welcome to come back any time.



The walk back... Charlie asking about Father Bertrand's cassock... as it
was different from the Anglican Bishop's clothing who'd come to Harcourt
House.

Cho making the point each religion has their own styles of dress, worship
and other things unique to themselves.

"You've seen Buddhist monks in Thailand... they are completely different."

"Yes Popa but they are a long way away... here is close and they are both
Christians."

Popa agreed. "Christians... yes. Different too... yes."

Charlie nodding.



Time for some schooling, work for me and Cho. I spread out on the dining
room table, Cho in the library... phone calls for me to start.



Drinks... we invited Luce and Marie to come up. They sat and talked with
Twins... smiles from Cho and I. Both ladies rather amazed after I sent the
babies up to dress for dinner.

Luce, "Miss Martin, a rare delight to speak to a young person of such few
years and be understood."

Marie said their French is excellent! I reminded them English was the Twins
primary language.

Head shaking. Smiles by us.



They were doing very well. An upcoming trip to Poland at Christmas time to
visit friends in Warsaw. They were former students from the Sorbonne who
were now professors in their native Poland. One taught French Literature,
the other was an historian and professor of Medieval Polish history.

I said we hoped their trip was fun for them.

Hugs at the lift.



Dinner at L'Ilot Vache just around the block on the corner of Rue des Deux
Ponts and Rue St-Louis-en-l'Ile. A very short walk...

The owner at the door to greet us...

"Comtesse... Sir Cho... we all welcome you."

We shook hands and he bent over to meet Charlie and Chani.

He had the banquettes set aside with several tables in front for our
Protectors. Other diners looking at the ceremony... several waved which I
returned. Two seats for babies! Settled in... I thought.

"Mama, I need the bathroom." Okay!

I picked Chani up from the seat and put her on her feet. We walked to the
toilettes... Tara behind us.

I got Chani up on the toilet... All done... She wiped herself and we fixed
her tights and frock. We all washed hands to giggles.

All set!



Menu...

Gravlax salmon avec wasabi cream for me, the onion soup for the
Twins. Burgundy snails in butter for Cho... I've never been able to like
snails, eating them... it isn't that I know what they look like but more
their squishiness.

Ah... the mains... Royans Ravioli and sage cream for the Twins, they do
like ravioli! Grilled salmon Pavé in Béarnaise Sauce for me. Roasted
Bar fillet Sauce Vierge for Cho. Gil and Chelle did a mixture of ours and
scallops. Tha and Delphine followed me.

The sommelier handed Cho a wine list... my guy scanned it, we were all
eating fish... he chose a Chardonnay Domaine Ramonet Montrachet Grand
Cru. The Sommelier's face... I could see he was pleased by the
choice. Okay!

All the starters disappeared... the onion soup got high marks from Chani!
Mine was tasty, Cho clearly enjoyed his Escargots.

The salmon grilled perfectly, the Béarnaise rich and flavourful... not
hiding the fish. Cho cleaned his plate, the fillet nicely roasted. The
Twins enjoyed theirs! Gil and Chelle, Tha and Delphine grinning with the
pleasure of their dinners.

Room for dessert? Yes!

Vanilla Crème Brûlée for Chani, the Chocolate Moelleux for
Charlie, they agreed to share! They should become diplomats with these
negotiations... desserts and bird books!

Cho and I did the cheese and fruit plate with a Strega afterwards.

The owners kept watch but left us alone, the servers too. They poured the
wine when needed. When plates were empty they came over... we were all
smiles, their food was excellent!

We did our goodbyes thanking them for the meal and service.

A few `Thank you Comtesse and Sir Cho' were given. Also a few bows.

Smiling we walked down the street to home. The Twins were jazzed they got
to choose their food and enjoyed it all.



We did afters in the drawing room, Chani and Charlie got hot chocolate and
a new puzzle.

They went to work... Cho smiling their way as he gave me the news from
Monaco...our Harcourt Farm foals had names agreed to by the Jockey
Club. The gray is GrayHeart to honour his dam Grace of My Heart, Twilight
Maiden's foal is Black Nuit. We chose good names, simple and not too long
with meaning for us!



My news... Hailey's trip to New York was going very well. She, Coral and
Raphaela getting on famously. Hailey sent many thanks for all the perks.

Cho grinning, "You are preparing the way for to move up. Little things for
her to get used to."

I kissed him in agreement.



I followed that with...

The Supreme Court announced their stay of the the decision that invalidated
Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act of 1996 would end in a
fortnight. They had given websites months to get on... failure to do so is
going to cost them.

Fist bump from Cho.



Edmund the Education Secretary has agreed to a meeting. I will give him
what my staff will be up to and ask for a `contact' we can use inside his
department. We'll see how he reacts.

Cho resting his hand on my arm, "If he baulks point him to Kirk. The MOD
worked well with your people."

I nodded.

Cho and I discussed the `Chinese' report we had from the Security
Service... Cho was good for sharing it to top levels of certain
governments. I'd send it to Hillary and hand deliver to Keir Starmer. Thet
was to choose two officers to hand deliver it Chancellor Merkel and
President Macron.

Gil was using our contacts with both to make appointments.



Sunny has a meeting with four recent Brasenose graduates to talk about the
college and assorted things regarding attending Oxford. It is set for the
Great Room in Harcourt House in a few days.

Okay... we'll be going to Scotland, our return to Harcourt House a few days
later.



Chani and I on a settee looking at snaps on her iPhone... laughing noises
from... the kitchen? Getting louder... the Cho-Air Express came roaring
into the drawing room... the Viscount in his Popa's arms... his arms
out-spread... he came in to do a perfect landing on my lap!

A stream of giggles... I got him to sit up, arms around him... he's
giggling away! Chani's arms open... her flight took off! All about this
floor... big laughs from the dining room. Charlie beside me as Lady Chani's
trip ended as his did. Cho flopped into a chair... I guess he had run low
of fuel.

Such laughter. Gil and Chelle coming out of the lift grinning at the noise
we were making.

Such fun for the babies!



My morning walk was for loaves and sweet bits. Alba and Roche along. They
were grinning as I walked at a good pace. The first time for them doing
this task. Beside the river to Boulevard Henri IV then a right on Rue
St-Louis-en-l'Ile. Heading back towards the house with the food stops done.

Soon we had hot bread, coffee and sweets laid out, eating a tasty start to
the day. They were smiling. The rest came in to benefit from our work.

Dressed and loaded into several cars. Over Pont de Sully up Boulevard Henri
IV around the round-about at Place de La Bastille turning into Rue Faubourg
du Saint-Antoine.

Chani in a cute navy blue wool frock, long sleeves, the hem at mid-calf,
knee socks in white and red Ralph Lauren shoes. A coat over it all.

The men in navy suits skipping the tie. Trenchcoats for them.

Me in a black snug to the body frock narrow long sleeves, a round collar
with a white edge, it is black silk lattice lined with white silk, quite
tight to me all over until just above the knee then it is a band of wide
soft pleats to my instep. White stockings and black heels. Silver
jewellery, the Cho band and the silver torque and red nails and lips. `Joy'
A D&G clutch.

At the Mirabelle door Ellise is there! A hug, introductions for my
family. Inside the staff is all smiles as I did more introductions.

They would open in an hour... we wandered. Ellise is happy... her staff
excellent, the clothes sell themselves.

"We had woman in last week who works for Chanel... she had a good look at
our clothes saying ours were well made, stylish and superb colours!!"

Fist bump!

"That really fired up our people!"

Praise is a good thing!!

Their sales were forty two percent above expectations... that made Coral
and I happy!!

Goodbyes to her staff and a hug for Ellise.



A short trip to the La Rochambeau Hotel. At the door we met eight folks,
four were our employees with partners going out for their day in
Paris. They worked for Cho-Fay Air and arranged it so the four couples
could be here together. Hands shaken and our wishes they enjoy themselves.



Inside the manager was pleased to see us and meet the family. Everyone got
to look around some. We met more of our employees from various
places. Paris is a popular destination.

In an aside to Cho... "I believe we should find more R&R locations in the
city."

A kiss. I said I'd put Zoë on it.



Onto to another stop... the Paris Shelter on Rue du Temple. It is ten
blocks or so...

This is a big stop!

Lydie waiting... a huge smile! A hug and more introductions. Her staff
liked meeting the Twins.

Inside Anne Hidalgo. Hands shaken, cheeks kissed. The Twins introduced! The
Mayor of Paris delighted to meet our two. She shook hands with
Cho... smiling saying she had heard about his golf game.

Cho grinned.

We were introduced to her staffers.

We did a tour of the building then sat to talk.

There weren't many guests here now... most were at school or working
or... ? We did speak to five, their stories about the shelter doing things
for them were marvellous. I watched Lydie as the guests spoke... her face
shining.

Ms. Hidalgo listening intently, getting a feel for us.

She was quite complimentary to us and Lydie.

"You have created a place of sanctuary and education. Congratulations."

We spoke about how it was done, she said several of her people would like
to meet with Rona to work on programmes to help in education and
employment.

Lydie said Rona gave her a schedule of days she would be able to come
over. The Mayor's people could choose any of those.



At the front door I thanked Lydie for her hard work and excellent
management of the shelter. Cheek kisses. She waved to the Twins. A
handshake with Cho.

Outside the Mayor thanked us for this initiative... "It is quite unusual
for such a facility to be brought to a city without any governmental
assistance."

I said our method at each location is to get them open to help as fast as
possible then ask for aid that would directly affect the guests.

"As you mentioned employment and education. We are paying for schools the
guests attend for their high school time but trade schools and university
assistance for them is greatly appreciated.

Jobs... mostly part-time to start and after leaving school later are high
on our list."

Ms. Hidalgo, "Our people can help address those issues."

A smile on her face, "By the way... your dress is terrific!"

I thanked her. A `Mirabelle' creation had her saying our stores were very
popular, excellent write-ups of them in the press.

"I have several woman on staff who have your clothes."

Many thanks for our doing this. I told her we were looking for a site for
another shelter... a work in progress.

Warm goodbyes. Cheeks kissed. She was going to shake hands with Chani who
got a fist bump in... Charlie followed. Big smiles!



Down on Rue de Rivoli we headed west... we were passing the Louvre... Cho
mentioned it... Chani waving to the left... a big grin when Popa asked
why... "I am waving to the Mona Lisa."

Our laughter loud and a hand squeeze for our darling daughter. Such
memories they have.



Through Place De La Concorde onto the Champs-Elysees... the Petit Palace
and the Grand Palace on our left... down the wide beautiful
thoroughfare... the L'Arc de Triomphe standing proudly in the distance.

We climbed out at the corner of Rue Balzac, Georgie at the top of the steps
waving. A hug from me and one from Chani. I introduced Cho and
Charlie. They were open... customers staring as we entered.

I spoke to some... A teenager, a cute ponytail blonde with her mother asked
for my autograph... her mother tut-tutted...

"It's fine," as I squeezed her arm. I got her name... `Marcy' more noises
from her mother. The ponytail flicking back and forth... "Maman, I don't
like Marceline... too old fashioned... Marcy is Okay."

I could see I was in the middle of a running feud. Her mother pointed out
it is her Grand-mère's name.

Marcy said she loved her Grand-mère... AND... "Grand-mère doesn't
mind my being Marcy."

I did the autograph on a slip of paper from Georgie who had a big grin as I
wrote `Marcy.'

Her mother shrugged but smiled thanking me for being nice to her
daughter. I got a big hug and `Merci!' from `Marcy.'



Cho with a `cute' grin for my doing that. Chani and Delphine chatting with
a young girl in a nice pinafore beside her mother. Charlie and Tha in the
office.

My phone buzzing... email from Eric... he and his team flying to
Washington, D.C. to speak the city government about a traffic plan. Malee
and Anne along as `tourists.' I replied he should try some `tourism' while
there.

They had a suite at the Hay-Adams hotel on us. Cho-Fay Air carrying them.

Cho leaning over my shoulder, a chin rubbing me.

I might done more email

BUT...

Chani wanted me to meet Darla who was the sweet brunette in the pinafore. I
shook hands with her and her mother. `Mother,' a slim brunette, had two
suits over her arm, loved our store. She had tried on her choices...

"Comtesse, they fit very well. The colours are wonderful."

She liked my frock... I said it wasn't in the stores... she said it looked
`magnifique' on me. She would wear it. We shook hands.



I got a moment with Georgie... "Fay, as you see we are busy... sales remain
very strong, well above projections."

I told her it was true for all the stores... it seems we have found a
`sweet spot' in women's clothing retail.

A huge hug!! She was bouncing on her toes clapping!!

Chani got a hug and cheek kiss too!



We crossed over the Champs-Elysees to Rue Bassano then Rue Vernet to
Hermès front door on Avenue George V.

The store manager and Maury waiting, handshakes and a hug for Maury. Mitty
in the background with several ladies... they were to help the Twins
shop. Introductions done... we were OFF shopping.



Tha, Delphine and I talked about what the Twins should be pointed to... I
did add swim costumes as they were growing out of what they had and we'd
use the pool at Harcourt House often during our winter stay. Fist bumps
which Chani and Charlie joined in on.



Cho got a kiss before he went to the Men's department. Our Protectors would
switch off to get in some shopping same for Gil and Chelle.

Me to scarves...

At the door I could see Mirra doing some stocking... we shook hands after a
curtsey which I tried to stop her doing...

"Comtesse, it is an honour."

All these French folks bowing and doing curtseys one would think the whole
country were royalists looking for the return of the Bourbons. Ha!



Mirra following me as I dove in... I chose many scarves and stoles... more
stoles this year since the feedback had been that they were much
appreciated for their size and warmth.

When I was done about fifty items awaited Jacques. He came in with his
cart... He bowed with a smile that lifted the end of his moustache. We
shook hands and I thanked him for doing this.

"Comtesse, you are most welcome... although it is my job."

I laughed, "Yes but I get to see you too."

Jacques bowed again.



I went to do a quick check on the babies... Charlie was doing well,
trousers... wool, heavy cotton and corduroy. Long sleeve shirts and several
cardigan jumpers. Some sizes larger!! A thumbs up for Tha!

Delphine said Chani had whizzed into frocks... it had taken a while to
satisfy her. Now onto skirts. Grinning I squeezed her arm... a big smile.



I headed into Women's clothing. A sales lady was introduced by Maury.

I immediately found a cute black leather micro-mini. In the changing room I
let it rest on my hips...PERFECT!!! Leg show!!!

I looked at more skirts then some tops. Several sleeveless ones for the
many suits... one shape I bought in black, ivory and pure
white... cashmere, loose cowl neck, cut to my waist. Ideal for suits.

I bought some high-waisted loose fit jeans and a wide belt that was
terrific for the jeans.

Shoes... Elda espadrilles in aqua, black and chestnut brown. Gemma 95
sandals in black, Gala 105 sandals in silver.

In Equestrian I bought a very nice rain poncho for Sunny also a few zip
front undershirts for her they could go under the Kentucky Heat
tops... soft against her skin.

Jodhpurs in black, khaki and white for me.  More of those plus some white
and khaki shirts to be sent to the Moulins de Deauville Farm. Maury with me
at that moment asked about the address I gave her.

"We have a horse farm southwest of Deauville for racing at the Hippodrome
and for equestrian eventing. Our niece does that so we can host events
there next year."

Maury had ridden as a teen, she said it was a good memory. I told her she
could go to Moulins de Deauville to ride if she wanted although it isn't
close to Paris... "We have good riding horses there year `round. All the
tack you need... you could stay in the house... there's a staff that is in
place all the time. They would take care of you."

She is staring... "Comtesse... serious?"

Smiling, "Of course you would have bring your own clothes."

Maury laughed, "How would I arrange it?"

"We will get you together with Gil... she do it for you."

Maury got it was an easy to find find place about two hours drive from
central Paris. She could stay at no cost and bring a friend.

My hand squeezed with thank yous. A hug.



In doo-dads I bought three Lao paperweights, red, brown and deep aqua
stylised elephants, very handsome.



I met Cho... a hug and kiss. He had shoes, shirts, some trousers which
would be altered and sent to Quai de Bethune.

He is grinning hearing my offer to Maury. Another kiss.



Tha and Delphine called a halt! The Twins had a blast!! Tha and Delphine
had kept them to the task of buying certain things. They were all pleased.

Gil and Chelle had given our `child minders' a break so they could shop as
they had.

At the concierge's desk Maury and Mitty had the math done. Gil did the
honours. Thierry's courier van outside... Jacques and some assistants put
our purchases inside.

Several hours of fun and spending. Hermès getting used to our binge
visits.

We did goodbyes to all. Gil gave an envelope to Maury with one of her cards
to arrange a visit to Moulins de Deauville. The envelope amount larger
since the Twins had been such a big part... getting lots of assistance.



I was ready for FOOD! All my companions joined in on that!

We walked north on Avenue George V to Le Fouquet's for a late luncheon.



The manager and Maître were at the door... bows and welcomes. The room
off to the far right was ready again for us.

I was under Lino Ventura once more.



We did caviar and champagne with fizzy water for the babies and the
Protectors.

I did their grilled sole, Cho went for the sole but a Meuniere sauce. The
Twins saw spaghetti!!! They jumped on that!

We had a delightful lunch! Not too heavy.

We four went for glaces or sorbets for dessert, mine was mango sorbet!
Wonderful.

Our server pleased to hear we had a fine lunch.

Many thank yous for coming again after we had praised the food.



Thierry and Anja's cars right outside... left turn onto the Champs-Elysees
up to the Etoile, as we circled the l'Arc de Triomphe I told the Twins a
bit about it... we'd be back for an up close visit... around to Avenue
Kleber south to Place du Trocadero over to Rue de Commandant Schloesing.

There were open places to park right at the gate.

A gendarme got out of a car near the entrance, he motioned Thierry and Anja
it was Okay to park.

The officer saluted, he said he would be here until our visit was complete,
our cars could remain where they are.

Cho thanked him and shook his hand.



We walked through the gates of Passy Cemetery... I had asked Gil to order
six sprays of white flowers from the tiny shop in the wall beside the
entrance... she and Chelle would pick them up and join us. Gil knew where
we would begin.

The manager waiting. We thanked him for his welcome. I said we wouldn't be
here long... a few graves we will visit. He asked if we needed help...

Smiling, I thanked him, "I have been here before... I know where we will
go."

He bowed.



Inside we turned right on the broad way then a jog left so a short distance
and a right turn into a narrower path, down that to a left turning as the
exterior walls were close. I stopped at a gray stone tomb on our right.

I took out from my bag a small flat black stone... I eased to the headstone
and placed it on top of the left edge.

I squatted between the Twins... "This is Natalie Clifford Barney's grave
who lived at our Rue Jacob house for nearly sixty years... she was an
American writer who preferred to live in France." I added her sister is
with her.

I had time to tell them a bit about her... before Gil and Chelle
arrived... I put one flower spray on the grave.

Around the corner behind us is Georges Mandel. A man of many parts but
above all a Frenchman. He refused to agree to the setting up of the Vichy
Government because `it debased France.'

Since he was a thorn in the side of Vichy, they arrested him, he was turned
over to the Gestapo. He spent time in concentration camps then sent back to
France where he was murdered by the fascist Milice collaborators.

A brave patriot in love with France. I laid a spray on his grave.

A turn to the right into Division 10 to the grave of Jean Patou. I laid the
spray on the softly rounded top. I told everyone my perfume was created by
this man who died unexpectedly at age forty eight.

We retraced our route back to a wider way... at the big central plaza we
took the another way going west. Just past the circle a stop to lay flowers
on the grave of Edouard Manet. Chani knew his name... she liked his work. I
let her lay the flowers.

We headed west to a turn right a short walk to a left, on that almost to
the wall again, a left to the grave of Claude Debussy.

Once again Chani knew his name... "Mama, Clair de Lune!"

"Yes! He wrote many lovely pieces like that."

Charlie motioned with his hands, "La Mer... waves like the water."

A kiss for him, "You're right!"

Our babies!! Cho smiling ear to ear! I got a kiss too.

We all joined in laying the flowers this time.

We walked back towards the entrance... near the entrance we walked up a
incline to the left up to Pauline Mary Tarn's grave... her pen name Renee
Vivian. The flowers... I laid them this time.

Everyone got she was a close friend of Ms. Barney's, Ms. Vivian was also a
published author... she died young from an assortment of health problems.

There are many others... Hubert de Givenchy, Marcel Renault, the Guerlain
family... a few scoundrels as you might imagine, several truly incompetent
World War Two French generals in the bunch.

Much the same as any cemetery.



At the kerb the young policeman was thanked again for helping us.

We got a smile and a salute.



I thanked Gil for the arrangements for today.

A smile, "The police commissaire was very nice. He said he'd preferred know
in advance and help rather than hearing about a problem."

Fist bump! Yes... we shared with the Twins.



Thierry and Anja took us a few blocks around to the Pont d'Ièna heading
straight for the Eiffel Tower then several turns to the Champs de Mars
side. At the gate another policeman and the day manager of the Tower
waited. I got a salute from one and a bow from the other. We shook
hands. Cho and I thanking them for assisting us.

Little Lord Munro and Lady Chanthira were welcomed to the Eiffel Tower. We
walked to the lift where a uniformed woman was holding it.

Our thanks at the doors... inside we slid upwards to the second floor then
changing to the other lift to the top. The Twins could see some of the
inside of the tower structure as the lift swept upwards.



We worked our way around the top slowly... pointing out some things as we
went. They could see Passy Cemetery where we'd just been. The Trocadero
Gardens, the slow curve of the Seine, the many bridges. They saw L'Ile
Saint-Louis and our house with the aid of one of the telescopes.

All the amazing variety of buildings throughout the city. They were
laughing, having fun pointing at things with us. It was fun... they are so
curious, their questions always interesting.

Charlie wanted to know the ages of some buildings and how they fit in the
history of Paris.

He got a bit that went further back too... the name `Lutetia' the Celtic
tribe Parisii gave their city they started on the islands... we have our
house on one. Our house from the Sixteenth Century when Montaigan's family
built it.

The mention of Montaigan got them... they wanted to see him. Cho reminded
them he would be at Harcourt House for Christmas. Cheers!

Downstairs we let the Twins go into the little shop to get one bit of
kitsch each. They both chose a postcard of the tower, different ones.



On to the house... a busy day.

Lucien waving as the car slid by... in the courtyard one of the Security
Service people had a football... Charlie asked `could he kick it?' The
fellow rolled it to him... Charlie did a very good kick... Cho squeezed my
arm... as he followed our son.

Chani smiling as we stepped into the lift. We went up to our rooms to
change.

On the main floor I wanted a coffee, a fruit drink for Chani. In the
library Chani and Delphine shared a settee and a book on the small animals
of France.

I sat at the table desk to do email and look at some things Chelle put down
for me.



I saw Donovan's email and dialled him.

"Fay, the Cook County Sheriff is digging in his heels. The uproar has made
him more adamant. It is a political disaster for him. All local politicos
know it is the sort of spectacle to avoid.

You have to conclude he doesn't intend to run for re-election."

Laughing, "Any way to encourage him?"

Laughter on his end, "We keep reporting the refusal and what others are
saying about him in general terms... some of it is getting ugly. You've
seen our competitor's copy?"

"Yes. Thanks for sending it. Please remain at a distance as you have
been. If mud is being slung at him I don't want it come from us. Straight
reporting is quite damning enough."

Donovan... I could almost hear his head shaking, "He started the whole DNA
thing a few years ago as you know... he's lost control of the narrative."

"To be hoisted with one's own petard is never comfortable. Not following
through with us is plain silly. It does seem to be like him because his
office would not ever admit the error of the Michael Marino
identification... they spent their time whinging about Mrs. Marino not
co-operating.

I believe Mrs. Marino has very good reasons not to trust the sheriff... the
sheriff's office not recognising their mistreatment of the victim's
families is a major source of the distrust."

"Fay, we... are getting very big plaudits for our stories and sticking to
our guns despite the sheriff's complaints, you two standing behind us is
also being applauded. Your names are in our competitors stories, print and
electronic.

Our sharing of everything with our press colleagues from the Miami and
Elston search gives us gravitas... honesty and fairness which the sheriff
cannot match."

Donovan said he'd discussed asking the Sheriff to go with his Tribune
colleagues. They felt it is too early. They wanted the uproar to keep
building. Okay... fine by me they knew the ground. He knew we supported
whatever he decided.

I said his keeping us in the loop was great. We rang off with good wishes.



A zowie tone... Francis.

"Fay for starters everyone here is marvellous. Wesley is eating,
pooping... thanks for the diaper service... and smiling! He's won our
hearts completely."

I congratulated them on being enthralled with their son. LAUGHTER!

We exchanged some news... he said the Chicago business is getting nasty. I
said the Tribune is doing straight news no commentary.

Eric's trip... "I hope they go for it... with London signed up then the
U.S. capital sends a huge message."



I brought up the Pew Research Centre's release of their report on the
newspaper business... it shows an uneven upturn in circulation, website
engagement and advertising revenue.

"They didn't break it down by company but they did single out the NewsGroup
as the leader in the changes in the industry. Their figures showed our
newspapers were much more than bucking the downtrend... rising even in many
tough markets.

Our newspapers were showing gains across the board... in some cases ours
were more than twenty percent ahead of where they were in 2016 the last
time they did such a report."

"Fay, that's marvellous!! You and Cho asking the people to do their upmost
as you give them tools and a proper wage is an unmatched strategy!"

I gave him a précis of the back story Bergen County articles... he was
amazed.

Francis, "I've been watching from across the Hudson... They have gotten the
state of New Jersey government in an uproar... the other local press have
jumped on it... expanding the story... TV video of some of the muck in the
river was quite gross."

I laughed, "When we visited their offices I told them it was up to them but
we wanted their newspapers to survive. I gave them the news about the
building which brought tears to one woman's eyes.

They told us about the pollution stories... I told the publisher to go
Justin for more resources to get the job done. He did so they put the pedal
down... you are seeing the result of good journalism!"

We covered a few more topics. They would stay in New York for
Christmas... spending most of their free time sharing Wesley with Daria.

"Francis, we have a several large boxes full of gifts going to you
shortly. One box is for the `day' you know..."

Laughing, "Strange it will be the first time we haven't ridden out
together. Thank you for remembering a turning point in my life."

"My pleasure."

I said to kiss his family for us. He would and I should do the same.



Lucien was thanked for bringing up our purchases. He said Thierry's driver
helped getting it into the lift.

Now I had to go through it with Tha and Delphine.



Cho and Charlie came up. The little man smiling as he climbed onto my lap.

"Mama, it was fun to kick!"

Cho ruffled Charlie's hair, "He did very well!"

Chani called to Charlie to come look... Delphine joined us so Charlie could
sit.

"Chani is looking at martens, the Beech and Pine ones that live here in
France. They are cute little things."

Cho pointed out we wouldn't want to be any kind food near them... they
could be quite tough customers.

iPad... I pulled up some snaps of them... cute, nice sharp teeth too.



Chelle leaned over with her iPad... edited snaps of me... oooooh are my
breasts really that big??

Cho shaking his head with `Some people need to get out more.'

The snaps had been sent by Tai's assistant Tatra. Her email said `takedown'
notices had been sent to all websites reminding them they were now liable
for what is posted on their platform.

Some are already gone... she mentioned it is a `whack-a-mole' fight. One
could only shrug at such human silliness in making and bothering to look at
obvious fakery.

I turned to Cho... "Maybe we sue some more to get the point across? Other
victims don't have the pulpit or money to do so."

"They perhaps do not want to draw attention to the offending material?"

"Well I'm not hiding from anybody! Privacy is linked to decency."

A kiss.

I asked Chelle to email the lawyers... CC Tatra... have them arrange a
meeting and see if there were any more good targets to choose to make the
biggest impression. I suggested `4chan' as a good place to start since it
was one of the most lawless sites.

It looked like reddit was going get their shit together.

A thumbs up.



I worked some more then we changed to go out for dinner.

Casually dressed we walked along the river to La Brasserie de l'Isle
Paris. The city lit up as always... the lights delighted the babies.

Alain greeting us at the door. Our crowd took up a good part of the back of
the restaurant. Thierry and several other servers came to get our
choices. I gave mine before walking up front to get an espresso and speak
with Alain.

He and his family were doing very well. His son would start in pre-school
after Christmas... I congratulated him.

"So what will your wife do with no children at home part of the day?"

He laughed, "She has list of things she wants to do... at home and
around... I do not think ennui will set in."

A fist bump for him!

I took my second cup of coffee back to the table.



Everyone ready for food... me too.

I started with the herring then I split the cod in basil sauce with Chani
also an omelette aux Fines herbes for us both. Charlie grinning with a
piece of bread in hand... his sole disappearing. Cho had the sole also in
his favourite Meuniere sauce.

A Chablis from La Chablisienne went well with our fish. The babies had
Oranginas.

I had the Crème Caramel Maison, Chocolate Mousse for Charlie and
Chani. The baked apple for Cho.

We did coffee... we'd do afters at home.

We sat to talk after the Twins were tucked in.

Cho got a précis of my telephone calls and emails.

The hair salon in the ground floor of our Great Peter Street building were
moving to Kensington so they will not renew their lease.

"Let's renovate the space and move Andi and Rikki down there. Room for more
staff... we need someone to do some coordination for the
properties... maintenance especially."

Clare could use the office in the flat for now... "We should move her to
the new building at Notting Hill so she can have a proper office, room for
her staff and space to do interviews."

Cho's fist out... bump!

The block of flats I wanted is purchased in Berlin... I gave Cho a
description of the building... an eye glass shop and a cellular phone store
on the ground level, the second floor had offices for the City of
Berlin... a sort of overflow office space.

Then three floors of flats, sixteen each on the second and third floors,
the top floor had ten. Two large flats each with four bedrooms, the others
were two bedroom units.

"The two large ones are side-by-side so we can join them by creating an
opening. Us eight in that mega-flat, the Protection Team and guests in the
others.

We will need to make changes to the lifts... use a small dongle system
linked to the floors. You wave the dongle at the scanner... it detects your
flat number and sends the lift to that floor... or something like that."

I added we have taken over another building at Tegel Airport for the car
service. Repair space, lounge and changing space for drivers, a large
office included.

We kicked the Berlin bits around.

"How about we all go for an overnight to Berlin in January. Stay at the
Adlon, see the new building and go out to Bogensee?"

Cho kissed me in agreement!! Its great we agree... the kissing even better!



Breakfast was done by me again! I am the popular choice if for no other
reason than I'm up early so when the slug-a-beds come down it's all
prepared.

Everybody laughing and some insincere kowtowing. A lot of laughter.



We were packed up, goodbyes to our Parisien people. Thierry's cars carried
us to the heliport then a short hop to Le Bourget. Two Gulfstreams, one for
us and some Protectors to Inverness, the other to Chalgrove.

PJ going to London... time for Eloise!! He was razzed a bit... not by
me. He got a hug and cheek kiss... `Enjoy' in his ear!



One hour to Inverness, Derry put his foot down. We taxied to a stop
northeast of the terminal. Two AW139's waiting... we were away immediately.

We crossed the firth between Fortrose and Ft. George then turned around the
golf course driving range to land in the field in front of our house.

Aunt Dee and Uncle Craig our welcoming committee!! Marvellous to see their
faces when the Twins on their feet ran to them... "Dee!" "Unc!" Arms wide
open.

We delivered loads of hugs and kisses.

Gilroy and Isobel smiling... a bow and a curtsey. We shook their hands
thanking them for doing a fine job guarding MacQuarrie House.

Chani fist bumping with Izzy, "Chani... Charlie... you are growing up!"

Charlie said they were having fun doing it to much laughter.



Chani was coming with me and Dee into town, the guys were going to the golf
club. Gil and Chelle working... two tongues stuck out towards me. I found
their objections easy to dismiss since they so `graciously' piled work on
me.



Us three with Tara and Alba walked to the High Street. We went into a few
shops... the fishmonger said his lad would deliver the fish I bought for
tonight's dinner to MacQuarrie House. I thanked him. I left a tip for the
young man.

The greengrocer boxed what I bought... he would co-ordinate with the
fishmonger on the delivery so only one trip. A thumbs up for that.

I left another tip since the young fellow now had a double load.



I picked up a few newspapers... one of which we owned... funny to pay for
it... The young woman in the news agents was the same who I spoke to on the
first visit. She was thrilled to meet me again. Now I am a Countess. I got
a curtsey. Okay.

We crossed the road to the Fortrose Café! The owner welcomed us. We seem
to come when it is too cold for sitting outside in their nice garden area.



A cappuccino! Apple juice for Chani. Dee joined me.

We three all chose their coriander carrot soup, their good bread came
with. We added a plate of chips to share.

The chocolate tart was still on the menu... Yes!

Chani did a tummy rub of appreciation for the lunch!

Funny our server asking about a banana... Chani thanked the lady saying
she's trying other things. They are nice people... a well run
restaurant... the aromas... magnifique!!!



A slow walk back to Ness Road... we stopped at the Remembrance Gate where
the ceremony would be tomorrow. Several people were getting things ready...

The Mayor bowed, "Your Ladyship, welcome."

I thanked him and introduced Chani. Smiling he shook her hand.

"M'Lady, We are very glad you will speak tomorrow."

"I'm happy to do so but nothing too long..." I looked at the
weather... "... a bit of a blow coming."

"Yes... it does look like it... fingers crossed... " Which he did, "... it
won't be wet."

We shook hands.



We walked to MacQuarrie House... we passed Fortrose Academy on a footpath,
off Greengates Place we turn north on another path... it connected on the
other side of the housing estate to Ness Road. We did take turns carrying
Chani... she was giggling.

At the house Freya said the deliveries were here, she put things the fridge
that needed it. Okay. I thanked her.

Chani went into the garden to visit with Moire who was doing autumn things
for the plants. I could see them with Delphine.

Gil and Chelle had things for me. I chose the drawing room and a comfy
chair. A few hours of that then I washed up to begin dinner. Moire came in
to help... she was smiling... I asked...

"M'Lady, I've never cooked dinner with a Countess before."

We laughed and divided up the work.

I made the Indian spice rub for the salmon, we shared chopping the
vegetables. We washed the fish fillets which we positioned on big baking
sheets lined with aluminium. The rub went on easily, chunks of onion
surrounded the fish, into the ovens. Slow cook!

It was right to have the second oven installed.

Dee was grilling the naan... they had a terrific aroma! Into the warming
oven!

Moire got the rice ready, I began to grill the vegetables. I chose the
spice mixture for the curry sauce... we put it together in the big cast
iron pot.

I punched the button on the DeLonghi... caffeine! Moire seconded that! We
leaned back on the workspace edge sipping our espressos.

I thanked her.

"M'Lady, you are very handy in a kitchen."

"Before marriage I lived alone so it was either feed myself well or open
tins. The latter was a non-starter."

She laughed, "You don't look like you overfed yourself."

"No... I did eat leftovers."

We clinked cups.



Dinner well on the way when the men returned. Several noses winkling at the
nice smells we were making. I put Cho to work... I pointed down... Cho
grinned... a kiss. He and Craig when down to choose the wine.

Charlie joined Chani in the garden.

Our Protectors watching it all happen... smiles... they were lucky most of
the work is done... I asked for volunteers to help set the table.



All of us sitting around the big table, we served the salmon by the piece
on each plate then four bowls of curried vegetables. Rice for under the
curry in big bowls... Platters of naan. The table groaned... delightful!!

Glasses charged, wine, fizzy water, juice and colas raised for a
toast... Cho standing... "A happy meal with those we love and value... We
are in Scotland to honour the dead... while we have life we will remember
their sacrifice... by doing many positive things to benefit others."

Smiling at my man, we stood... Huzza!! Huzza!! Huzza!!

After a few bites faces turning to me... I was congratulated! I pointed to
Dee and Moire... glasses raised to us.

It did turn out quite nice. The salmon... good rich taste of fresh fish
from the waters of Scotland. Cho chose a French Pinot Noir which was an
excellent fit for the fish.

The curry is spicy but it did not bite. Dee's naan!!! Wonderful.

I enjoyed my own cooking! It was rewarding to see the bowls and platters
emptying. Chani beside me put out her hand... we leaned together so she
could kiss my cheek...

"Mama, it is so good!"

I thanked her.



When everyone rested I announced dessert was an interactive event... huh's?

"There will be containers of ice cream on the work surfaces... bowls,
spoons, sprinkles and syrups. You choose what flavours you desire and load
up."

I did ask for everybody to bring their dishes to the sink. As I and Freya
laid out the ice cream there was a stream of folks delivering empty dishes
taking clean ones to fill up. Cho helped the Twins filling their bowls.

Moire was managing the dishes... when I went back later she had the
dishwasher running... the next load ready on the workspace.

Standing in the doorway to the dining room to watch everybody spooning up
the ice cream into smiling faces. Me sipping an espresso.

Dee, me, Freya and Moire cleaned up the rest of the dinner with the men
taking care of the dining room.

Sitting with espresso and Amaretto outside... it was chilly but the blanket
was good. Cho grinning...

"You did a wonderful meal."

"I had help."

"Yes but it was your leadership."

"So what... I should become a chef? Manage a kitchen?"

We were laughing at the thought. It was too late for such simplicity.



The morning walk in the breezy weather... chilly... over to the beach then
along the perimeter of the golf course to the lighthouse at Chanory
Point. The return on the opposite side of the golf course to Wester
Greengates to Ness Road. A good bit of ground. Alba and Roche with me
grinning for the exercise in such beauty.



Time to go to events.

Winds picking up, lower clouds threatening to rain... the chill
deepening... I chose a black wool long sleeve frock close to my torso,
narrow waist, the hem a couple of inches above the knee. Black stockings
and heels. Silver jewellery. `Joy'

The Mirabelle big black wool coat with the close on my left hip with one
big button, blue-white-red Hermès scarf with black leather gloves. A
black cloche hat, a narrow brim rolled up all around, a black silk band
with a large red poppy on it.

Cho and Charlie in black suits with red ties.

Chani in a black velvet frock to her mid-calf. Wool knee socks and Mary
Janes.

They all had wool overcoats, scarves and gloves. Chani had a black tam with
a red button.

Each had a poppy on their coats!



The car dropped us on Union Street. Aunt Dee and Uncle Craig waiting for
us.

A constable opened the crowd... suddenly there was clapping... Amazing! A
few people got started then the whole lot were applauding. Surprising! We
all waved to them.

The Mayor escorted us onto the platform... I shook hands with the other
guests.

The Mayor got things going. Two ministers asked the Lord's blessing on
those who are remembered here.

Several people spoke then it was me...

The Mayor introduced me although it seemed unnecessary...

"A word on the news from Holyrood... Our next speaker has just been
honoured by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth with the Order of the Thistle."

Loud applause...

"Please welcome Her Ladyship, the Viscountess Munro."

I'm wearing the Order of the Thistle star on my left breast... happy it
arrived in time for this trip included was the Queen's permission to wear
it before I am officially installed..

I stepped to the microphone... very nice polite applause that continued for
a bit...

The faces of Scotland in front of me... fresh faces, ruddy or creamy white
cheeks, lots of pale or ginger hair sticking out from hats... Brown hair
and green eyes... Dark eyes on some... more than a few bearded faces.

There is a long tradition of military service in the Highland people which
the monument remembers.



"On this gate there are names of people most of us never met... their not
knowing any of us did not stop their going to war and regretfully failing
to return safely... two Munro's, my family, one in each great world war
laid down their lives in the struggle to keep Great Britain a place of
liberty and decency.

Each time we as a nation asked for their service against a venal and
dangerous enemy... they went, liking it or not, they went with their
brothers into the maelstrom of war...

Both sides of my family sent men to France in the first war to fight in the
muck, noise and blood in the trenches... my Munro great grandfather wounded
but survived the war.

In the second... I lost a great grandfather in Burma and a grandfather
fought in the desert. My father, a Martin, served in the Royal Artillery
then intelligence where my Munro mother joined him to be an active MI6
agent."

The crowd was amazed by that... they were speaking to each other... an
untold story.

"Serving the Crown... can be quite costly... we never sought war but when
we needed to fight we did. Sacrifices were made on the battlefield and at
home. I lost a great grandmother in London during the Blitz.

Each year we come to places like this gate to pay our respects to the
dead... it is not a morbid task... rather look upon it as what the future
gives the past because without the sacrifices of the brave men and women in
the forces our future is in jeopardy.

Thank you!"

I stepped back and waved to the crowd.

They applauded once again. The Mayor with a big smile shook my hand... an
elderly major had a nice smile as we shook.

"M'Lady, I sensed it was a heartfelt speech."

Smiling I said "Yes."

I shook a lot of hands... introduced Cho and the Twins with Dee and Craig
beside us.

The major shook Charlie's hand saying to Cho next to our son... it was good
to see the future here.

Charlie amazed him, holding his hand, "Sir, thank you for your service to
Queen and Country."

The major bowed.

I could hear people saying it was very nice to meet `Sir Cho.'

Being promoted to the aristocracy is an interesting experience. The Old
Major said it was fine to see my Star...

"It is good for the people seeing your connections to Scotland."

I thanked him.



I did pigeonhole the Mayor...

"So you know... and can tell others... Ft. George will not close. The list
of bases to be shut is being completely revised... the previous government
did not follow the guidelines in making their decisions."

He was pleased, the Fort was a tourist attraction besides being an active
military base and a link to the long military traditions of the
Highlands. We shook hands.



We gathered all the parts of our crowd to the cars. At MacQuarrie House we
transferred to the AW139's for the hop to Alness.

We landed at Castle Munro... cars to the eastern end of the High Street. As
arranged we parked at the Ardross Alness Bowling Club and walked to the
rear of the Alness Community Association building I'd visited by horse on
an earlier trip.

Through the trees we could see the crowd filling the roads... quite dense
and attentive to the current speaker.

A gentleman, old enough to be my grandfather but appearing quite hale
greeted me...

"Your Ladyship, it is wonderful you have come..."

He stopped looking at the star on my left breast...

"M'Lady, that is a wonderful thing Her Majesty has done."

I thanked him.

Cho after introductions of the Twins and Dee and Craig said go ahead he and
our crowd would watch from here.

My greeter, "Please let me escort you to the dais."

I took the fellow's arm. Tara followed.



I allowed myself to be brought up onto the platform behind the other
guests... several turned around at the activity... several amazed faces.

The Mayor introduced an older officer who edged forward with his cane to
the microphone.

The mayor moved back to greet me... "Your Ladyship, I am glad you have
come. Would you say a few words to the people?"

I am not on the programme... I agreed.

"Given the wind and temperature it will be quite short."

He said that was fine.



In a few minutes the Mayor at the microphone...

"Our last speaker is not on the programme... Her Ladyship, the Viscountess
Munro of Alness...."

He turned to start the clapping which got quite loud... They did settle
down after a few minutes...

"Good morning..." I pointed to the big red stone cross, "tha seachd Munro
air a 'chrois ... am measg nan saighdearan urramach eile ... na h-ainmean
sin a tha a' cur nar cuimhne gu bheil sinn de"nach uallaichean saoranachd a
ghiùlan, uaill ann an teaghlach agus gaol na dùthcha a dh 'fhaodadh a
bhith a' ciallachadh an call mu dheireadh."

The crowd was silent... amazed... then they applauded.

I smiled my thank you.

I repeated in English what I'd said in Gaelic... "... there are seven
Munro's on the cross... among the other honoured soldiers... those names
that remind us all of the willingness to bear the burdens of citizenship,
pride in family and love of country that could mean the ultimate loss."

"To best honour the fallen... do not let them down... they fought so you
could speak freely... vote freely... live freely... so go out and do so
keeping in mind that there are limitations... everyone has the same rights
and privileges as you.

Stand up for the person who is different for the very reason that they
are... Differences are what make our society stronger... They give it
character and stability.

Give back to your community in small and large ways... Donate your time to
causes that enrich the community... Help those in need... a kind word or a
bit of money... they can go a long way.

Support the women and men who today serve in the Forces because they are on
duty for you and the Kingdom... My family... both sides have served, been
to war and given their lives for us and the nation.

Most of all... stand up and be yourself because our families have
sacrificed in lives and given much blood so you could make your own way.

Thank you."

I waved to the crowd.

There was loud applause that went on for quite a bit... The Mayor stepped
close to shake my hand and thank me for being here.

"M'Lady, What you said was simple and direct... and special to hear."

My hand being pumped.

I shook other hands from the people on the dais.

As things wound down I had the Mayor's arm, "So you know the Dockyard at
Invergordon will not close."

He smiled.

"The government is not going ahead with the proposed closure list."

The Mayor, "M'Lady, Our MP has said nothing."

"I may be in a position to know more because a Parliamentary committee I am
on has been tasked with a review and recommends scraping the tories' list."

"Thank you M'Lady. Shall I tell the Invergordon Mayor and his people
there?"

"Yes... please! It is not a secret."



He did more introductions. The old Army officer with the cane was indeed a
World War Two veteran. He showed me his Africa Star... "M'Lady, I knew your
grandfather out there. I was then a Subaltern in the second battalion of
the regiment and often took messages to him."

I had his hand, "I glad to meet you. Are things good for you?"

"Yes M'Lady. I am well looked after... I live with my daughter's
family... lots of young ones to keep me active."

I motioned to Gil... she gave him her card...

"If you need anything out of the ordinary contact Gil. She is a wizard at
helping..."

We shook hands again... I led him to Cho and the
Twins... introductions. Fellow was charmed by our babies.

He was smiling as he shook hands with Charlie... Our son with a beautiful
smile back... the future Earl and Viscount.

We stayed for a bit talking with many people out of the wind under the
trees... a bit of mist coming in... we did our goodbyes. The cars took us
to Castle Munro.



In the entryway Caillen and Hume greeting us. The house was doing well, the
many guests booked for the summer had kept them busy. The autumn had slowed
the numbers but they had eight guests in right now. A fair number had
booked for the winter sports so they would be remain full of activity.

Galiene had cookies! We all sat at the kitchen table for a few with coffee
or hot chocolate. Very welcome after the cold breezy ceremonies.



Back to Fortrose. Cho and Craig took Charlie to the golf course... we
`ladies' did a nice walk...  afterwards Chani and Dee in the drawing room
chatting and playing word games with Delphine and Tha...

Me... I got to work.



Dinner when the guys were back was done by Freya and Moire. Very tasty
grilled local trout, whipped potatoes and veggies. Soft soft rolls which
Charlie heartily approved of!



Big hugs and lots of kisses from Dee and Craig. We'd see them at Harcourt
House next month.

An early night for Chani and I. The guys were going to Turnberry then home
with a stop at `The Cottage' on Windermere.

Cho and I tucked Chani in. Charlie sitting with his Popa... a book on
Scotland's national parks.

Me to bed.



Our daughter grinning at me as Kellen settled the AW139 to the grass of a
playing field in Warriston North Edinburgh. We'd flown down to approach
from the east... Calton Hill, Holyrood Park and Edinburgh Castle all
pointed out to her.



Three stops for us... Tolivere with a big smile at the door of the
shelter... he stepped back... there was Angus. Yea! Handshakes all
around... Chani giggling as she and Angus fist bumped.

"Lady Chani, you've grown so much."

"Sorry Angus... I can't help myself."

Laughter!



We got a tour... meeting guests, seeing the rooms and... everything! It is
my first visit.

Tolivere, "We are sixty percent occupied... the cold pushing more in so we
will likely be close to capacity for the winter."

I asked about the attic space... "We can use it if necessary. It is clean
with very little stored there. Its heated but it isn't tropical."

We laughed.

"We've a good supply of comforters and blankets to keep any sleepers warm."

I could see Tolivere knew what to do and the guests obviously liked him.



Delphine and Chani wandered whilst I sat with Angus and Tolivere. Rona had
been here two weeks ago... she was a whiz at getting things they needed.

Angus gave me the tale of the other Scots shelters. All running along
smoothly for the most part... a few hiccups and minor dramas you'd expect
from teens.

"Fay, I have been surprised that there is little bother... The Chanthira
Foundation's ethos permeates... we act as you want... treating the guests
as such and as adults. They appreciate being valued instead of condescended
to by older folks!  Protection is a huge thing... living on the streets is
all about fear in one form or another.

The challenge of living in a community.... they rise to it."

Fist bump.

They'd had visits here, Glasgow, Aberdeen and Dundee from the Scots
government folk about education and jobs. There isn't much happening right
away... plans for visits to sit down with all the guests.

They didn't need anything special... Rona is good.

We did our goodbyes.



A short drive to Mirabelle on Princes Street. This is an excellent
location... downtown, opposite Waverley Station... an important shopping
area. Many businesses and government offices nearby.

The store had its opening several weeks ago... Channing at the door. Our
first meeting.

She had a Scots accent, not too much, quite enough to make every customer
feel at home.

Chani was introduced.

"Lady Chani, welcome!"

Chani did a fist bump with Channing and then the staff. They were all
here... even the ones off-duty to meet us.

I thanked them all for coming and their hard work to get the store open.

As a group they said there was `No way they'd miss meeting me' as I shook
hands. Smiles!



Chani did a tour... I spoke to Channing and her assistant manager.



Their opening was terrific. They had sales almost four times what we
projected for the first days. The Landy Costumes new operations coming on
line making a difference in stock availability. They were a bit thin in a
few areas after their big opening days but re-supply did the trick.

Their doors would be open here for the day very shortly...

"M'Lady, there are customers coming in the door all day long."

Her assistant nodding... "Everyone is getting the appropriate break time
only because we are keeping more staff on duty. I have hired two new
ladies... both with retail clothing experience..."

Fist bump.

I sat with Channing in the office...

"Your store is earning above twenty six and half percent more per square
foot than similar women's clothing stores."

Channing had a shocked look... "It's early days for you so the numbers will
likely settle down to around fifteen to sixteen percent where the other
Mirabelle's are."

"Your Ladyship, do you know what part of the store is doing the best?
Speaking from my numbers it is the suits."

"It is the same in every store. The suits are the reason Coral and I
started the expansion into a small retail chain. Our women seamstresses are
skilled at making an excellent product, good designs and fabrics... we have
also been careful on choosing locations.

Yours is in a prominent spot, heavy foot traffic, close to many other
retailers and near business office buildings. Allison's in Birmingham where
Chani and I are going next is in a like location.

Our advertising has been targeted and subtle... it is getting our message
across to the kind of woman we like."



Chani and I with our crowd did goodbyes. We walked two blocks along Princes
Street to Leabhar Publishing. They had two floors of a building on Waterloo
Place.

I had Gil give them a heads up. The MD Hector was waiting with his top
folks... handshakes after he bowed.

Meeting Chani was unexpected for them... she did her princess
routine... they were eating out of her hand. What a cutie!! A walkabout for
her after meeting the staff.



These people acting very happy to meet me... the publisher saying it was
wonderful about my joining the Order of the Thistle.

"I will be back in a few weeks at St. Giles for the installation ceremony,"
I smiled, "My outfit will be quite different."

One of the editors, a woman about forty said the robes and hats were
marvellous to look at. I said I hoped they aren't too heavy.

Leabhar has a good author list, many titles in print and a good catalogue
of older titles. A strong reputation for publishing titles on Scotland's
history and people. Several award-winning books on the western isles and
the inhabitants! The Highlands well covered in non-fiction and photographic
books. Many unique titles with solid sales.

I told them Vinni would be by to see them as soon as...

Being part of Munro Publishing sounded good to them... we had deep pockets
giving them the chance to expand.

A good discussion on their issues and needs. Gil keeping track.

A short visit... showing the flag... a more thorough visit was up to
Vinni. She'd get copies Gil's notes.



We rounded up Chani to do our goodbyes...handshakes and fist bumps by our
daughter... waving from the cars as a few people came out.

Back at the Warriston sports ground I thanked the rugby club manager...

He bowed, "Your Ladyship, we are happy to do it again... please contact
us."

I thanked him once more.



Kellen lifted us up turning south. Birmingham and a Mirabelle.

On the intercom she said Penn and Gil arranged a landing spot on the top of
a multi-story car park... six blocks from the store location. Great!



An hour in flight... we spiralled down to the car park top. A police car
sitting in the up ramp to the top. I walked over to thank the PC's.

"M'Lady, it is an assignment but a real pleasure."

I gave them a big smile. They asked if it was Okay to have a look at the
helicopter... I said to see Kellen she was in charge... a grin. Okay!



We went down to the street... six blocks I carried Chani most of the
way... I didn't want to wear her out.



The store was open for the day... it was just past noon... quite a crowd.

Allison saw us... I put Chani down to shake Allison's hand and introduce
her to Chani and my people.

Chani with Gaby and Delphine went exploring.

"Chani's has been to many of our stores... she likes to look around. Do you
have enough coverage so we can take you to lunch?"

"Yes, knowing you were coming I added two staff to the day."



I made a point of saying hello to each staff member before taking my crowd
out around the corner to Trocadero. I'd been in here years ago... I loved
the glass and tile, a beautiful turn of the twentieth Century look!



Gil had booked a side room where we could talk... no games and they would
turn off the TV screen for us.

The manager greeted us... he bowed. We were led us towards the back... a
long narrow room... perfect... tables together... a seat for Chani!!

I thanked the fellow.

"It is an honour to have you visit."

"Actually I've been here before... half a dozen years back I think... maybe
more. I'm glad to say it looks the same."

"Oh M'Lady, we don't dare make any big changes the regulars would
revolt. We stick to adding a few new things to the menu."

We laughed and shook hands.



Chani in her seat with a menu card... a big grin... Oh what's up?

"Mama, fish and chips for me!"

With that said she put the menu down... Okay... DONE!

Our server looking at Chani... like she couldn't have `read' that?

I smiled, "Chani, like me, makes up her mind quickly."

Chani looking at our server with a `Cho cute' smile, "Can I please not have
the mushy peas?"

Our server gob smacked by that!

She managed to get out `Of course... would you like a substitute?"

Chani considered, "No thank you. The rest will be enough."

Our server a bit shell-shocked.

I chose the Veggie sausages and Mash. I'll skip the beans. A `Brown' for
me, a small cola for Chani.

Everyone else was more or less normal... a second server was doing our
Protectors... she got it was all part of one bill.

Nice to sip a Newcastle... I hadn't done this for a while. Allison
listening to Chani tell her we had been in the original Trocadero
neighbourhood in Paris the other day.

Allison looking to me... I smiled.

"We went to a cemetery for a visit it is on the border of the Trocadero and
Passy neighbourhoods. Then we went up the Eiffel Tower which Chani and
Charlie liked a lot."

Chani giggling and clapping, "It was fun to see our house through the
telescope."

Allison a wondering look. I told her we had a house on l'Ile de
Saint-Louis.

Allison loved hearing the two Mirabelle's in Paris were sales like
hers... way up... she got we were looking for more locations in Paris.

Chani was half down on her cola when the food arrived. Delphine said she
could have another.



Allison smiling, "Your Ladyship..." I said `Fay' informally. A smile!

"Fay, we... everybody... is enjoying the work... we know Christmas will be
busy... I have scheduled each staff member for time off to be able to rest
and be able to shop for their families."

Fist bump! Chani stuck hers out... Allison bumped with a grin.

"We are prepared for busy days... your guidelines about providing snacks
and drinks for staff are terrific! Nibbles will help keep energy levels
up."

"It is a small thing... we hope it helps."



The vegetarian bangers were very nice! I never miss the meat.

Chani grinning as she chewed a piece of fish... "Good?" She nodded.

Gil and Chelle a gave a thumbs up. Delphine too.

I looked to the Protectors... smiles.

We worked on our lunch... chatting about clothes and the city. Allison was
a `Brummie' a true `native' of Birmingham, she loves the area.



Our server seemed to have recovered from the shock of Chani's small body
doing things she herself would do.

"Your Ladyship, can I clear?"

I said of course.

Chani looking past me... she pointed...

Gil, "Fay, we have a few gawkers..."

I turned to see four young women at the opening of the room... I waved to
them... smiling, giggling they waved back.

Our server slipped back in between them... I asked her for five menu cards
and a black felt tip pen. A big smile, "Yes, Your Ladyship."

When she returned I signed one for her and one each for those young ladies.

Chani, "Mama, can I give those to them?"

I said she could, we got her down... Chani walked right over, Gaby beside
her.

"My Mama says hello and these are for you."

I watched my new PR person hand a menu card to each... Wonderful.

Chelle behind me, a whisper, "Fay, Gil is getting it."

The young women were thrilled... thanking Chani as they did fist bumps with
her. Waving to me as they turned to leave.

Chani waved and ran to me... big hug!

"Mama, that was fun!"

A thank you for her doing it.

Gil motioning with her iPhone. Good!



Our server was waiting with the bill, Chelle gestured her over.

I thanked her for the fine service, I mentioned Chani making her lunch
choice, "Chani does surprise people with her abilities."

"Ma'am, how old is she?"

Chani, "I am almost twenty nine months old."

Our server was smart enough to now address Chani with her thank you and
"You are very smart."

"My brother and I are not as smart as Mama and Popa."

I laughed for that.



We walked back to the store. I spent some time speaking to
customers... there were quite a few... the store was busier than when we
left.

I got many comments saying our clothes were `the best' and the staff
marvellous. Always a thrill to hear our people and their work praised.

Allison beside me, "Fay, this is rewarding... seeing this... hearing the
ladies liking the clothes and our people."

I said I felt the same.

"Well you should..." her hands motioning around, "... this is your vision."

A hug... fist bump with a grin.

Chani came close, we did our goodbyes.



A stop at Starbucks... pastry for two. I used my iPhone... the Seattle
Starbuck woman's reaction repeated.

A bit of a choke, "Your Ladyship, do you need your balance?"

I smiled saying no... "It is large... I am working on it."

A smile and I shook her hand.



Then another stop... the Apple Store! We walked in... I love the old
buildings Apple buys and makes into fabulous new look spaces.

An orange shirted fellow came up to us... when he got close it hit
him... WOW! He almost jumped.

He bowed, "Your Ladyship... welcome to the store. Can I call my manager?"

I said yes. In a fast minute I shook hands with a fellow... middle years
but trim looking good in a sky blue Apple long sleeve T-shirt.

"I am just stopping to look at the store. I try to do whenever possible
during my travels."

I motioned above us, "I like the lights."

Big round balls suspended from the ceiling... looking antique.

"Ma'am, they are copies of what was here."

"Your space is quite similar to one on Prince Street in Greenwich Village,
New York. The skylight and more."

"We are all glad they kept the best parts of the building... it is like a
jewel for us."

His voice told me he meant it.

I shook his hand.

Chani behind me leaned around sticking her fist up... a huge smile as he
brought his fist to hers. Laughter.

We said goodbye. Chani and I waving from the doorway.



Tara leading we walked back to the multi-story... the PC's were amazed I'd
buy them a treat... I said enjoy. They thanked me... we did selfies.



Kellen said she'd given them a tour of the AW139. Fist bump.

Up and away to the south! Kellen said twenty minutes.

Right on time we dropped to the Harcourt House Grid.

Chani leading the way running across the gravel... "Car!"

I got a smile and a fist bump from Carter. Chani was fleet afoot... she
wanted to see Jaidee... the very same came running from the Stables... a
happy reunion at the Entryway. The brown dog licking her face and she
rubbing him.

Gil, her phone against her ear, following Chani, Jaidee and I into the
Great Room after Fin got our outer wear.

"Fay, Cho and Charlie are en route... about fifteen minutes."

Good!



I grabbed Chani going up... Delphine took her the rest of the way up to the
Nursery to change as I did.

In riding clothes I hugged my guys. Jaidee bouncing around... three young
ones went into the Garden... ball tossing!!

Cho's arms around me... Charlie did a good throw...'Woof!'

Such fun to watch. I got a kiss... a very nice one!!



Rebel gave off a big whinny when I came around the Stables office. I
stroked his neck, "Hey big man! Time for some entertainment!!!"

Tessa on Geo... down the grassy lane to the Flats. Freddie, Diana and
Ronnie working with some youngsters... nothing hard just getting them used
to the discipline of the track. Waves.



We turned north along the river... I was asking... Rebel geared up! Speed!
I looked back Geo running hard only three lengths back. We covered the
three miles to Sandford very quickly... a cool down walking into the
village.

A stop at Mr. Hardy's. He came out at our clip-clop sounds.

Inside he showed me his schedule of signings and talks... it was growing
with the very large sales of `The Age of Warfare: Napoleon's Military
Impact on Europe.' It was the fastest selling non-fiction history
book... here and in America! Rocketing up the best seller lists. The
simultaneous release in America building a wave of interest. Lots of notice
already by American reviewers!

An American tour would be starting in the New Year.

It was likely to go into its second printing any day now.

"Please keep Gil in the loop... we have places where you can stay instead
of an hotel room."

Smiling he thanked me. A thumps up for the Gil connection. A hug.



Tessa and I kept walking through the village, our horses clip-clops
attracting notice. I waved and said hellos to many smiling faces.

Dr. Lone outside speaking to a fellow in coveralls. I stopped... Dr. lone
smiling saying it is close to time for Christmas... Laughing I said it is
now.

He laughed, "It will be good to see you riding about."

He introduced the fellow... a plumber there to replace a faucet. The man
pulled off his hat... I leaned down to shake his hand.

"M'Lady, I see you occasionally when I am in the village."

"I will be around more for a bit. Nice to meet you."



Tessa and I turned the horses back to the dirt road... Rebel itching to
run... when I asked him... another huge whinny as he burst into a run. We
were GOING in a flash!

Tessa and Geo with us... down the berm to explode through the trees onto
the grass. I steered my stallion to the river path... Geo sticking close!
We rocked!

I wave to Mr. Radley... I heard `Welcome home!'

On the edge of the Flats we scaled back... Freddie on a fence... a fist
up... cheering! We slowed to walk around to where he was... Fist bumps for
us.

"Geo looking like she was enjoying her run."

I rubbed her neck... "I think they both did... I know we did!"

I leaned over to hug Tessa.

Up the lane Monty grinning... "M'Lady, I got it. More walking!"

A thank you for him.



Carter said the Twins had gone up. "Sir Cho is in the Office."

I thanked him!



Cho on his phone... a forehead kiss as I pointed up. He mouthed an Okay.



Gil said everything was set for tomorrow. Fist bump.

A quiet evening for us.



I got in my early morning ride with Pamela and Roland. Gaby cheeks flushed
at the end, a huge grin. Fist bumps!



Dressed for the outdoors, black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a short
black jumper... all under the Hugo Boss Moto jacket, black Doc Marten half
boots, all my accessories were black... cashmere scarf, leather gloves and
an Apple Harcourt Racing cap.

Cho in wool and tweed. A trenchcoat, gloves and a fedora.

The babies in jeans, jumpers, boots and jackets with woolly hats and
gloves.



Kellen riding as the `instructor' pilot although Almira was an experienced
pilot who joined us on `loan' from Agusta Westland in Italy. Min and Avril
in the other AW139.

Up and turning west... crossing Gloucestershire, Herefordshire, Wales then
over the Irish Sea... we crossed the Irish coast above Balbriggan. Past
Duleek we turned north to approach Newgrange from the south away from the
monument.

I could point to several other sites nearby in the Brú na B"inne valley.

The people at Newgrange Farm arranged for us to land in a field east of
them.

A small group waiting. They greeted us... our thank yous passed on.

"Your Ladyship... Sir Cho... we are pleased you would bring your family."

They met the Twins... bright shining faces!



We walked up to Newgrange. Chani and Charlie holding our hands. The
brilliant white front and the glossy green grassy top a marvellous look
even on a cloudy day.

We had a guide who led us up the steps... into the narrow
passage... Charlie and Chani could walk easily enough. Our guide giving us
a running monologue on the creation of this ancient structure.

In place five centuries before Stonehenge... even more than the Egyptian
pyramids... a sophisticated burial mound with other religious connotations.

Interior was brightly lit then as we gathered in the end-chamber our guide
said she would turn off the lights... when we were ready... we all held
hands...

Lights out... she put on the ones that simulated the winter Solstice
sunrise light entering the chamber. Wonderful! Amazing the ancients timed
the solstice so carefully...

Not a bit strange the sun should be so central to every culture no matter
where on earth they may have arisen.

A laugh inside... now we are here in Europe for the holiday season I
wouldn't be getting much sun.



The Twins loved the light show, our guide was quite good at giving
descriptions which kept their attention. Charlie did ask how they choose
what day and time to align the opening to the chamber.

The ancients were diligent astronomers... carefully plotting the stars and
the sun movements of each day... the solstice day had special meaning for
the changes of seasons which so dominated their agrarian lives.

Birth in the spring, mid-year, harvest, winter the end of the year.

Chani as we should expect asked about the design etched into the rock on
the inside and outside. Our guide told us what could be inferred from the
shapes... nothing definite beyond there was a love of stylised designs.

I said another mound close-by was aligned to the setting sun of the winter
solstice which tied the multiple sites together. I'd read a piece from some
fellow saying it was mere co-incidence... sorry the ancients proven to be
quite clever and organised... co-incidence my foot!!

We said many thanks to our guide. Smiling she said we were a good
group. Shaking hands all around.



We did a walk around the whole mound, Cho and I carrying the Twins for most
of it then down the path to re-cross the road. At the helicopters the
picnic lunch was broken out, lots of fruit, many cheeses, crackers or
bread. Cut vegetables and a tangy sour cream dip. Cookies and other sweet
things for the end! Flavoured waters or fruit juice. A huge thermos of tea!

Napkins... I went around handing them out to everybody... Tara with a funny
face, "Fay, cloth napkins?"

I laughed, "Be happy you aren't on the wash team."

Tara laughing shaking her head.



The sun decided to peek out and stay for a bit. No wind which made life
easier as we sat around on the blankets... Chani and Charlie were loving
this! Alfresco dining was big on their list of fun things to do.

After our feed a short walk to the Newgrange Farm and their petting
zoo... which was not disclosed prior to lunch... for the obvious
reasons. Now the Twins were stoked. Both has expressed the desire to go to
Archie's place to see the animals like last year... they'd gotten an Okay
for that... this is extra!

The farm folks were nice, the animals in wonderful shape... they looked
pampered. Baby goats and a momma... very cute. Rabbits... soft... nice
wiggly noses. Small cows, a couple of sheep, a lot of chickens... ducks,
geese.

Cho and I plus Gaby and Penny stayed very near the babies during all the
petting.

There is a wooden scarecrow picture frame where you stuck your head in an
opening for pictures, both did that. An open shed with tiny tractors they
had to pedal. Trailers to load with hay. Another picture frame thing with
farmer's bodies, more snaps.

A couple of nice dogs of uncertain ancestry although it looked like a
golden retriever got in there somewhere.

It was a fun two hours... the babies on the move the whole time.

I was leaning on Cho... "They'll be asleep in the helicopters." A kiss on
my cheek in agreement.

When all the fun things had been done we did our goodbyes. The farm people
said we could use the field any time they just needed a bit of notice. We
thanked them and waved goodbye.

Almira and Min got us going. I asked if we could cross the coast north of
Drogheda near Baltray then turn south to Rockabill Islands. Kellen queried
the Irish air traffic control people... Okay for that.

As we flew over Baltray I told everyone about the two standing stones
below... that they were the exact same type stone as the interior of
Newgrange and they were astronomically aligned with the stones we would
pass over on Rockabill Island... those two locations were connected to
another mound by star and sun readings. All very complicated leaving no
doubt of the skills and determination of the ancient peoples of Ireland to
bring some order into their lives.

The stones on Rockabill Island were the same as the other two
places... they had to ship the stones off shore to the island... more than
five miles of open sea... it showed they knew about about building boats,
currents, tides and winds!! What an awesome show for five thousand two
hundred or more years ago!!!!



By the time we passed over Rockabill the babies were drowsy... asleep long
before we reached Wales. Cho and I holding hands looking at
them... Amazing!

At the house we carried the sleepy ones in and upstairs to bed. Tha and
Delphine got their bedclothes on... kisses on soft cheeks.



Sunny came up to eat with us. She was blooming, riding a lot, enjoying it
all. She is getting ready for the London International Horse Show.

Because of school she was only entering the Jumping Grand Prix competition
there.

"I'm trying to get my best school marks so Brasenose sees my
commitment... I know I have a place but I don't want them to think I'm any
kind of slacker."

A kiss for her. She is a sharpie.



Carla did her wonderful vegetable soup... cheese to sprinkle on top, warm
bread. We had it served in the Breakfast Room.

Cho nudging me, "You knew everything the guide told us?"

"No, I knew a lot I admit... it is nice to hear new things. I liked the the
light show... very effective... evocative."

I asked more about Windermere... Bronwen and Geena are doing very well.

"It is a popular choice with our people given all the outdoorsy things to
do. What about some horses?"

"Actually I hadn't thought of it. Good on you! I'll look into some
things... we will need a stable since the old ones are now used for other
things... we'd need to find a groom... horses... How many do you think?"

Cho's hand on my arm, "Before you start... Let's have Bronwen ask some
guests and get Andi involved... let's see if there is an interest. Then
Gregory could do a lot of the basics. No need to do anything until the end
of winter."

A kiss!! Cho being organised!



I reminded Cho I had to go up to the London in the morning. He was going to
Oxford East then into Oxford to meet solicitors.

I said I didn't know which of us would have more fun. We laughed.



Pamela easing down from another amazing run from Sanford. Roland beside us
with Gaby... a wild face with delight all over it. Tara on Gough... we
ended in a bunch. We all had redden cheeks from the cold air.



Out front on the grid... Almira as the command pilot, Kellen smiling.

Tara, Alba and Angie with me, Gil and Chelle too.

A fast trip... I took an interest in Almira's approach to the Wandsworth
Heliport... very nice.

As I walked past her a thumbs up... a big smile behind that microphone.



Rae with a car ready... over the Wandsworth Bridge then on A3205 up to the
Vauxhall Bridge over the Thames. Temple opened the door at Cowley House as
I reached for the doorknob. A bow and smile... I thanked him.

Clough smiling too. He bowed, "M'Lady, it is good to see you. We are ready
for luncheon."



PJ! A hug and cheek kiss. We had been apart for the longest period since we
became a team three years ago.

We headed to the Lords... PJ let the others do the `guarding' so we could
talk.

I heard he and Eloise got on... many shared ideals, concepts,
beliefs... not religious in a formal sense... a reverence for life!

"She loves Thai food but French and Italian are at the top. We've been to a
few restaurants... testing things. The Sole Meuniere at Le Colombier was a
big hit.

The Indian place in Fulham one night... terrific. Thank you for the loan of
the Basuto House. Far better than an hotel... she wanted to be out of her
flat... neutral ground.

She showed me her favourites at the Tate Britain, we fed some noisy swans
at the Serpentine."

"Good, you got around... using Prasert cars?"

"Yes... an invaluable tool."

Fist bump.



In the Royal Gallery I saw Cecil right away, he was with Alfred... they
were both well. A hand on my shoulder... Mac! A hug and cheek kiss.

I waved to many others before going up to the National Security Strategy
Committee. The Labour chairman shook my hand with many thanks for my base
closure report.

"M'Lady, your point about the tories bias is well-taken. A few of their
choices may stay... most are gone."

"The Mayor of Fortrose was delighted Fort George would not close. I told
him after the Remembrance Day ceremony. Same for the fellow in Alness about
the naval base."

"Well our list will not be punishment for tory voters. So... You spent your
day in Scotland?"

"Yes... we got to those two ceremonies... I was on the programme at one and
did an impromptu few minutes at the other. No rain, breezy and chilly."

"A smile, "How many of those I have done. I nearly froze my posterior a few
years back... I took as a sign of my aging. More layers now."

I laughed, "I definitely do wool... lots of wool."

We shook hands as it was time to start.



The chairman thanked of the members who agreed to give a close look at the
base closure list and make comments.

"I can say the list that goes forward will look much different from what
the previous government proposed. I have been on to the MOD, they are
working at their end so we should be able to report to both Houses quite
soon so we can get the process begun."

There were several other topics then the chairman said he had received a
report on the decommissioning of the nuclear subs... One of the oldest subs
had metal fatigue in two sections which was caught, those areas were in the
forward portion of the sub. That sub has been moved to the top of the
list. The new bill having passed the Parliament had provisions to insure
the issue would receive expedited attention.

"I can say there is no risk of radiation leaks as the affected metal areas
were nowhere near the reactor."

Noises in the room... Clark looked to me. A thumbs up. I smiled.



When we broke up several members said I'd done a good piece of work. I
thanked them. A good handshake with Clark.

"Your Ladyship, it won't be widely known... you were in place at a most
propitious moment."

I thanked him.

I waved going down the passage.



I stopped in the Royal Gallery speaking with Mac... some Lords business and
our hopes to see him during the holidays!

A hug for him I needed to get on. Now luncheon time.



Going across College Green several press folks accosted me... `What about
the nuclear submarine radiation leaks?"

I asked what they meant... They had reports that one of our old subs leaked
radiation. I said I knew nothing about any leaks. They were asking the
wrong person `I am not in the government.'

Oh Shit! It can't be the same thing as the chairman mentioned... its quite
a fast reaction. Or some fool in the committee trying something on or the
press got it wrong... not my problem.



When I got to Cowley House the South Drawing Room is well attended!

Hailey, Garnett, Pia, Lina, Katrin, Allison, Channing, Georgie, Ellise,
Fernande, Mila, Dodie, Eartha, Cynthia, Lyn, Cliffe, Antonella, Marcelle,
Eugenie and Raphaela! What a mob!

I walked in to cheers, hugs and kisses which took a while. Clough had
Lorenzo circulating with a tray of sherry. It was tremendous fun having all
these ladies together!

We talked shop for a bit... Clough knew I wanted some time for everyone to
relax and make several announcements.

Raphaela beside me speaking to the group.

"Coral is under the weather... it is bronchitis, her doctor was taking care
of her."

Chelle behind me, "Fay, we're ready."

Okay!

I got everybody's attention... Chelle had her iPad up... the Conference App
running... Coral on the screen... waving to us.

Funny to see us all waving to an iPad.



I got started, "This pre-Christmas jaunt for you all has several
purposes... We have to welcome Cliffe as our new manager in Bexley and Lyn
in Shoreditch. Now I know Pia and Garnett will miss them..."

I blew kisses to those two, "... but they have a new challenge to meet."

Clapping for them. Their stores would open in a few days, first Bexley then
next day for Shoreditch... Chani and I would be going to both. I got
clapping from the two ladies.

"We have two new stores in New York. Eartha is open in Brooklyn and Dodie
on Manhattan's upper Eastside." I clapped, everyone joined in.

"Their sales are awesome! Suits flying out the door!"

Cheers for them. Huge smiles on their faces.

I had more announcements... Cynthia is being promoted to store manager at
New Bond Street! Everyone looking at Hailey...

I reached out for her hand... she knew this was coming... a general
discussion several months ago... she expressed her willingness... I'd asked
her the other day.

"Hailey is now the regional manager for Europe!!!"

I started the clapping... Tears... a hug for her, cheers from her
colleagues, many hugs.

I drew Cynthia into a hug.

"Now it may feel like we are pushing you into the deep end near to
Christmas but everyone will be around to help you... not the least Hailey."

They hugged.

"Raphaela has been managing the Herald Square store as well as other duties
in design and management... Eartha was her assistant with Joelynn as the
number two... Joelynn is now the manager with lots of help from Raphaela
and Coral.

Joelynn had an conflicting engagement so she couldn't come... something
about getting married... which she thought more important."

Laughter then cheering for all our newly promoted people!!

Coral cheering... low voice... clapping for them all!

"Raphaela is going to do more management and design things on the
manufacturing side."

I made a toast to our new managers then a second to all the Mirabelle
people who make the garments which Antonella, Marcelle, Eugenie and
Raphaela represent.

"Our garment makers do such fine work the clothes sell themselves."

I had Ellise to tell her Chanel visitor's comments. Lots of nods and
smiles! Applause!

A room of happy folks who I liked and respected for their efforts in
helping to build up Mirabelle Retail from the ground up.



I took Hailey aside, "Now when the expansion spreads across Europe in the
new year we will likely make changes...It could be you remain over all of
Europe and we add a UK and Continental managers or maybe just the UK and
Ireland for you and someone else does the continent. No decision on that."

"Fay, either way I am pleased to be the one."

Fist bump and a hug.

"You earned it!"

I squeezed her hand, "There lots of things to pass on...we will talk."



I said luncheon shortly. I took the iPad to speak to Coral.

"Fay, I am Okay. The medicine is working... I am tired from the difficult
breathing and coughing. I have had it every few years, my doctor say it is
a leftover from smoking... weakened lungs."

A very typical Gallic shrug... too late to worry about it.



Clough at the door... I said goodbye to Coral... I held the iPad
up... everybody wishing her well.



We trooped into the dining room.



Mrs. Travers did a splendid lunch... a smooth creamy mushroom soup, small
Asiago topped bread triangles around each bowl. Salmon baked in parchment
with fresh dill, roasted new potatoes, asparagus under a butter sauce with
silvered almonds. Cross buns and Oxfordshire butter. Small cups of black
and green Sicilian olives.

Clough was serving a Sokol-Blosser Pinot Gris, a 2017 vintage from Oregon's
Willamette Valley. A very tasty find by him. It had a very high toned
acidity combined with a minerality that was just right for the fish and
asparagus. I made sure Clough knew my pleasure.



The ladies were enjoying the luncheon. We talked more shop naturally, all
the possible new stores, they were concerned about Coral... reassured by me
and Raphaela she would be Okay.

Coral had been at the Park Avenue store before and opening day! Dodie
saying Coral was a great help.

Our guests to the city were staying here... they were going to help Lyn and
Cliffe for their openings, do some sightseeing and all would be here for a
big dinner before leaving.



I was beside Antonella... She just got her passport in the mail a week
ago... I said we'd have `snuck' her in anyhow.

She laughed... "My paternal great great grandfather came over the
California border illegally over eighty years ago... the last member of our
family to do so."

Laughing, "We all have varied roots... I was born in Washington, D.C. to
British parents."

"Oh I didn't know that."

"I voted for Hillary!"

Her too! Fist bump! We laughed.



I told them the possible stores coming in the new year.

"It is becoming a long list of possibles which we will have to
winnow. Lyon, and Cannes in France. Munich, Hamburg and Frankfurt in
Germany. Liverpool, Glasgow and Manchester here in the UK. Other likely EU
spots are Dublin, Brussels and Amsterdam. More stores in Paris! In
America... new stores in Los Angeles, one each in San Francisco and
Portland in the west, Chicago and Denver in the Mid-West. The Washington,
D.C. area for sure, possibly in Baltimore and Pittsburgh. We are also
considering Boston, Providence and Philadelphia.

It could be a VERY busy year.

Coral and I want you to work with your assistants as Pia, Garnett and
Hailey did here and Raphaela in New York. We like to promote from within.

Coral and I are working on a plan to hire women as management
trainees. They would be workers in your stores but they would not count
against your staff hour levels. Free labour so to speak but a demand on you
and your staff's time to train them in all phases of the business.

We.. " My hand motioning to Raphaela, "... are setting up with employment
agencies a series of hiring calls... to get women into interviews and if
they are right... into the pipeline. The plan is for it to happen here, Los
Angeles and New York to start. We have an excellent agency in Seattle so
that is likely also."

Bright eyes on the faces... they liked the expansion and the manager
trainee idea.

Garnett asked if their assistants could qualify for those positions?

I said yes but "You would need to fill the assistant role because it is an
important position within your store not someone we might pull out to get
more training elsewhere."

Nodding heads around the table.



Dessert... Banoffee pie! Something quite new for non-UK folks. Very
nice... forks working on it assiduously.

We did espresso in the North Drawing Room.



Standing I said I had to go back to the Lords for a vote... I would be back
when it was finished. They were all going out... to stores especially the
new ones to help them be ready to open. So if they were all out on my
return they'd see me around.

Laughs.

My coat in Temple's hands... I slipped in. He handed me my gloves. PJ
leading we walked to the Palace of Westminster.



Some more press on the way asking about subs... I steered them all to the
MOD or the appropriate government minister. It really had nothing to do
with me whatever it was.

At the Peers Entrance going in I met the Cross-Bench `shadow' Defence
person... he hadn't a clue either. Quite a few reporters had inquired with
him. I asked if he had heard who the source of the information was? He
hadn't.



In the Royal Gallery Susanne came up with another woman... It was the woman
who'd given me a `look' when I was in the celery green Mirabelle Rear
Window suit... she couldn't find a flaw.

Susanne introduced Lady Warranton, a Life Peer from Norwich.

Smiling, "Louisa is a tory too."

Louisa started to curtsey... I put out my hand... she took it...

"No need for that. You gave me a look of trying to find a flaw a month
back... so how about today?"

A black skirt to my ankles, sharp two and half inch pleats, a white mock
turtleneck blouse, long sleeve in silk, ruffled cuffs showing under a red
military cut jacket to my waist, short upright collar, two rows of gold
buttons down the front closure. Black stockings and heels. Gold jewellery,
`Joy' and a wicked grin.

"Your Ladyship, you are now and then quite sophisticated and very smart. I
was envious."

I extended my hand again, she took it... "I'm Fay."

Susanne smiling, "Fay, you always look chic. I saw pictures of you on
Remembrance Day... the coat and hat were marvelous. The poppy... you always
wear it on hats? I've seen it before."

"On any hat that isn't casual... Yes! Just a small way of helping people
remember on other days beside November eleventh."

"You really support the forces?"

"My family... both sides have been involved a long long way back... my
first cousin is serving now. I do not like wars but having a well
functioning military is simply a necessity for a modern state. We let it
erode at our peril."

Louisa, "Oh my brother says that... he blames the conservative party for
the Falklands War. He says thatcher ignoring Argentina's rising noise over
the islands gave them hope of our lack of resolve."

"So he's not a conservative?"

"No. He votes Labour. We laugh about it. He has no illusions about any
politicians but says Labour is just not as bad as us."

"And how does that leave you?"

A long look, "Questioning..." She squeezed Susanne's hand, "... like
Susanne. Actually I do think like my brother about thatcher."

"So if a bill come through to re-nationalize the railroads, for example,
you would vote for it?"

Another pause, eyes partially closed, "Yes I would. It has gotten
increasingly difficult to get a train from Norwich to London to be on time
or sometimes even run at all."

Susanne, "I remember British Rail had its ups and downs but not like these
days. Some trains didn't run last autumn in the southwest because there
were leaves on the tracks... do you recall that?"

I laughed, "Yes... it made me wonder how the old nationalized system
managed to have the leaves come down off and away from the rails."

We all laughed.



We were rounded up to enter the House. Argyle got things going. A Labour
person rose to ask for the vote on bill for harbour upgrades and repairs in
the east. It passed... it simply was common sense to do so... very few no
votes.

After a few other bit and pieces... we adjourned.



More press on College Green... I told them what I'd said before... I had no
information about such a thing as a radiation leak... I wasn't involved.



Clough smiling, "M'Lady, your guests went to change then several cars took
them away... to the new stores I was informed."

"Good. Thank you. Let them know when they return I will see them in a few
days."

A smile, "Yes, M'Lady."



Tara at the door, "The car is here."



Off to Wandsworth... a quick flight to Harcourt House.

The babies roaring across the gravel for hugs!! Cho got a kiss. Carter's
big smile.

"M'Lady, Carter2 is in his office... He, Clare, Andi and Bronwen talking on
the Conference App about Windermere and horses plus other topics."

I thanked him.



Audra looking very happy.

She walked arm-in-arm with me... close, "Fay, Eliza just back from the
doctors... all is well."

Good! Her `guys' were terrific! A hug for her.



In riding clothes I watched, holding Cho's hand, the Twins spin around on
their merry-go-`round. Tha and Delphine were the `motors' for the spinning.

A solid looking thing... Cho said it had sturdy construction but easy to
twirl about because of strong ball-bearings. He arranged it with Phillips
who found a fellow who makes them. Top quality!

Charlie and Chani knew it was one of those things they needed to have an
adult present before using.



A quick chat with Carter2... he said Bronwen, Clare and Andi are working to
assess the possible interest in horse riding.

"Bronwen thinks it would be good spring to autumn not in winter," Carter2
asking what we would do with the horses for three or four months.

"We can move them here. They'll get ridden, get health care and warm
stalls."

Fist bump.



I went for an afternoon ride... Rebel and me, Tessa on Geo and Gil on
Max. We went east beside Baldon Lane after crossing the Oxford Road. In
Marsh Baldon we galloped circling the green to the south then went north
around some fields and houses to Baldon Row.

On the road into Toot Baldon... we walked through the village past the Mole
Inn, the publican and his wife came out to say hello.

I asked after their business... very good!

I looked for Adele and her little one... not today.



Out of the village we turned west... crossing harvested fields, under the
power pylons, around small woods aiming for the Oxford Road. We walked
around our farm land north and east of St. Thomas' School.

At the school we walked to the front. Mr. Thorn had been told we were
near... he was at the door. We shook hands.

"I just wanted to remind you the Queen is coming early next month..."

He was smiling, "Ms. Jones and Ms. Cluff's classes are working on the
garlands... a competition again this year."

"Great!"

We shook hands again.



We crossed the road to ride by the closed old All Saints Church. Our
contractor folks had done some work, it is now a sound building. It needn't
worry anyone. Our people would be checking on it every six months.

The Bishop sent us a very nice thank you note for our efforts with the
churches in South Oxfordshire. He knew about our donating land for the
Masjid... he commended us for sharing.



We picked up the pace... going towards our drive I asked Rebel... this
fellow zoomed off! He is feeling fine... running like the wind... not even
the speedy Geo could keep up!!

We came through the inner gate to the gravel slowing down. I turned him to
go to Harcourt Close. Tessa and Gil behind me.

We walked along the road... I loved how this place came to look like it had
been here for fifty years.

I chuckled at the first house... Yone raking leaves... Celeste bagging
them.

Laughing... I said they looked quite domestic.

Smiles and admissions of feeling domestic too. Good!

Their wedding in early spring.



Little Dorrie at Carl's door waving... we said hello. A cutie. Her mum came
out. We did hellos.

"Dorrie you are getting to be a big girl. School?"

Dorrie's mom said she goes to the nursery at the Day Care. Good.

"Our two will be coming over there some now we are here for a while."

We waved goodbye.



On the way out we stopped at Mervyn's door... "Welcome M'Lady." A grand
sweeping arm gesture which had me laugh.

In his office I could see the Harcourt Racing Museum timeline for
construction. A beautiful looking colourful thing... Mervyn grinning... "I
know you can appreciate a simpler update rather decipher this. We are six
weeks ahead of the..."

His fingers pointing to the original timeline versus where they were.

"We are there because Gillespie is very good at what he does... he finds
ways to streamline a process... not looking to cut costs or to lower the
quality of the work... just reduce the time for a particular item. He makes
sure parts are staged in order of need, access in and out to each location
is clear, the workers all know exactly what to do and how to prepare for
the next steps. He is supremely organised.

Jolly was here for almost a fortnight... he went over the place carefully
looking at everything! He is producing a report... he sent a preliminary
copy... "

Mervyn went to his desk to find it... extending it me.

"There's an executive summary... he says any changes to the building
methodology are sound, the methods used, while unorthodox in a few areas,
have not altered the design or structural integrity.

In fact he likes several of Gillespie's ideas... he would recommend them to
other builders on this scale."

"I will stop at the site soon."

Fist bumps with Mervyn.



At the Stables Gregory smiling, "Your email from yesterday... on a
groom... I will check with my contacts for someone local to the Windermere
area. Although there is a lot of time we could hire someone from there and
have them here so they get our style of managing the horses.

Horses will not be problem, we can find good riding stock. The
stables... any local outdoor builder there can do the job... we would send
dimensions, plumbing needs, ventilation, all those sorts of things which
are commonplace."

Okay... we could do it quickly when we wanted to is what I am getting from
all sides.



Time to change for dinner. Chani in a red jumper top and black
slacks... cute... sitting at my writing desk swinging her legs.

"Mama, you are slim... why do people get overweight?"

"Ah there are many reasons... for some it is their body mechanisms not
working properly... they do not digest their food efficiently or are
injured somehow and cannot exercise or they are nervous... worried... so
they eat to make themselves feel better... there are many of those.

One universal thing about people is there is no universals... we are all
too different... Popa and I are dissimilar not just being a man and
woman... our body chemistry, our minds, reactions."

"You and Popa are so close... good together..."

"We are... get to the same place... sometimes by divergent paths."

I looked at Chani... divergent she didn't know... "Different."

A smile, "I thought it might be... good... a new word!"

A hug for her!



I was done... black leggings and a big red cable-knit crew neck jumper down
over my hip tops. Black ankle boots with spike heels. Thinking maybe the
`Beat Generation' 1950's?

Chani hopped down, our hands clasped, looking in the mirrors...

"Mama, we look great!"

A kiss for her.

We went down to stop by the Great Room double doors... I said to Chani we'd
show the men how scrumptious we are!

Hands held... we walked in... Charlie saw us first... he clapped... Cho! He
stood up to open his arms... Chani and I got hugged and kissed by the guys.

Funny they were like us close to matching... black turtlenecks and
trousers, black shoes. One wearing red socks though. Cho wearing a blazer.



Dinner was spaghetti and meatballs!! A new favourite! A wonderful red
sauce, good spices in the veggie meatballs, tender pasta. Bowls of hot
Rosetta rolls... these have spices and cheese inside.

Carter!!!!! The wine...  Giuseppe Quintarelli Amarone della Valpolicella
Classico Selezione. Amazing! A wonderful floral aroma. It is silky, I could
taste berries, raisins and earth.

Carter smiling said he managed to get a dozen bottles of this limited
production. Mr. Quintarelli's last barrels before he died.



The Twins twirling their pasta with big grins.

This fabulous dinner topped off by Sue's Tiramisu!!! When the cart rolled
in I saw Charlie's face... it is a WOW!



Afters included a puzzle of the new type... the smallest pieces yet... it
was a snap from the garden in Bangkok.

Cho and I on a settee by the fire watching them... they laughed seeing the
box top. They did a fist bump! They love a challenge!



They were slapping pieces together right away... Tha standing over there
near... did a motion like `hot!'

Delphine walked closer.

Cho grinning. I squeezed his arm... leaning close.

Gil started the stopwatch on her iPhone as the first piece went down.

I was laughing... I buried my face in Cho's shirt... his arms encircled me.

"Behave," a soft word in my ear. I sat back Cho's face was laughing without
a sound.

Tha was fanning her face with her hands... Delphine holding a hand with two
fingers very close together.

Chani's right hand came up above her head swinging down... a cheer from
them... Tha and Delphine cheered too.

Gil's iPhone... twenty seven and two thirds minutes.

Tha brought the box top when the babies came to jump on us with triumphant
noises.

"Fay... Cho... these pieces are adult size."

We held the box... small pieces... the garden looking very beautiful with a
riot of colour from all sides to meet the gorgeous green of the lawn.

White chocolate pieces doled out with high fives!! This candy was round
with a liquid centre... Chani bit hers... Charlie, the big bulge in the
cheek told us, was sucking on his.

Delphine picked up the pieces... in the box, the lid on. She suggested it
go to the bookcase in the Staff Lounge as it was appropriate for big people
and the garden was lovely. A thumbs up for that.



The babies in their beds, all their friends close... Raggedy Anne and
Daisy, the Triceratops with Chani. Blu dog and Danny the Stegosaurus in
Charlie's arms.  Kisses, goodnights. Exquisite little faces!



In bed, Cho grinning as I ran Gil's video of the Chani show in
Birmingham... giving away the autographed menus. His head shaking, one
word... `Fearless!'



My daybreak ride... I saw my morning friends... an incredible run from
Sandford... Roland's nose level to Pamela's rump when we crossed the
property line. Tessa on Gough only a few lengths behind. Cheers, hugs and
fist bumps for us, neck rubs for our wonderful horses.

We'd gone out early the sun barely up... the Breakfast Room had only Gil
who I knew was plotting to dump a lot of work on me... an `evil' smile on
her cute face. We laughed.



Cho came to a big hug and kiss. He was filling a plate as the Twins came
running in... "Mama! Popa!"

I knelt down for hugs... Cho put his plate down for some love from the
babies.

Tha and I did plates for Chani and Charlie. As they dug in Chani asked
about going to Cowley House. We'd go up to London in the morning... she
would go with me to the Mirabelle opening... clapping by Chani.

The men were going up separately to see more of the Imperial War Museum
with Sir Alan, we'd join them for lunch then to the Museum for a short talk
and book signing by Mr. Hardy.



I parked in the Library... Gil and Chelle. I did calls to Eric with Reg,
Francis, Bill and more.

Eric and Reg on the Conference App. Eric said they put on a `Helleva Show'
for the Northern Virginia-Washington, D.C. folks!

"The room was quiet when we finished then they started to clap... their
faces said it... they want our system. They will have to find the money but
there's no doubt they want and... NEED IT!!"

I cheered, Gil and Chelle looking up... I gave them a quickie update.

"The Seattle video and audio were killers... they could see what the
operators see, how they interact, changes that can be made on the
fly... add in the bridges... it was a killer!

We brought in Antoine and the Seattle Transportation Department
head... live to speak to them... they could ask questions in real-time!"

I congratulated Eric and Reg! They were jazzed about this part of the
business taking off.

We were scaling up for the London job... the installers in Seattle... over
eighty five percent were willing to travel to London... others had family
reasons to stay close to home..

Andrea found us a specialised employment firm here to hire installers and
other folks for the project.

Eric, "Fay, you and Cho mentioning that right off the bat in the big first
meeting in Seattle set them to thinking. They could be paid, housed and
have time see tourist places across the UK.

I made sure Wayne and Ralls kept them up on what was happening, how it
would be for them, how R&R aircraft could bring the families over to
visit... The workers are ready to go!"



I told them we had real estate buying happening. Three depots for London
have been purchased, all the deals have closed. A big one in Camberwell,
slightly smaller bases in the Three Mills and St. Pancras neighbourhoods.

"You will get complete documentation tomorrow. For housing we bought one
place with two very strong likely ones that could close shortly.

The done deal is near the three Mills depot, a block of flats being
built... about ninety percent completed. It has very nice two bedroom
flats, we can house at least two hundred workers there.

The maybes are close to the other two depots. They are office buildings we
can convert... there will be shared bathrooms and showers but everyone will
have their own room. Space for special rooms and a canteen in all three.

The guiding principle is proximity... these fit the bill!

Jemina is working on all the locations; the conversions and repairs
schedule on her plate."

Our friends were flatly ecstatic... "Fay, you guys are real gems."

I laughed, "The money helps, we pay cash for quick decisions."

We rang off after more information sharing. Solar-to-Go's expansion is
underway! The three new manufacturing building designs are finalised, we
have planning approval for all and builders hired.

Construction will begin soon.



After lunch which was a delight... listening to the Twins talk about
dinosaurs. Damn they knew a lot!!



My afternoon ride... Rebel was nodding as I stroked that powerful
neck. Tessa on Geo and Angie on Rascal. We went south around the Sci Ctr
then north past Clifton Hampden to run beside the Oxford Road... we walked
into the Garden Centre.

Dave's top assistant, Aurelia spotted us, a big smile.

"Your Ladyship, nice to see you."

I leaned down to shake hands.

"Oh... Dave is Los Angeles on an R&R trip," when I asked for him.

"It will do him some good to see what amazing things grow in California."

She laughed, "Ma'am, Everything here is great..." She grinned, "... I guess
we shouldn't tell Dave yet he might worry and hurry home."

We laughed.

I said leave him go have fun. A thumbs up! Goodbyes.



We walked around the perimeter of the centre to the museum works
office... Gillespie waiting at the door.

"M'Lady, Gil texted you were coming."

In the big open room I could see the work flow on huge chart covering one
wall... it was marked up with comments and numbers like Mervyn's only
larger. Gillespie did a tour of it for me.

We donned work helmets to walk around a bit... steel beams
everywhere... like an erector set. I got running commentary from
Gillespie... he needed no prompting.

I spoke to some of the workers... they all seemed happy with their work,
smiles and an easy attitude... I was only mildly surprised to have a few of
them bow... I'm getting used to it. EEK!

I thanked Gillespie for the tour. I said I'd send Cho over. He said that
would be terrific!



Something new after dinner... Cho and I sitting with the Twins by the fire
reading to them. We chose to begin with Jane Austen's Pride and
Prejudice. We alternated reading... Cho on one settee with Chani, Charlie
beside me... we each had a copy of the book and followed along as the other
read.

I could see they both were paying attention... closely! They listened... at
the end of a chapter they could ask questions. They wondered about our
inflection as well as the words themselves! Smarties!

What was plain... Chani did not like several of the ladies... Miss Bingley
at the top of her list.

So this is a success... We said we'd do it at night when possible.

I asked Tha to make sure the two copies got into their bags for Cowley
House.



I hugged Pamela in the morning after a brilliant ride. I asked for her
speed several times... the last run to the Flats she pulled away from
Roland by two lengths. A big whinny at the end which Roland echoed.

Gaby grinning at our horses delight.



Okay some fun today. We would host the Mirabelle ladies at Cowley House for
dinner before they all headed home.

First... Chani and I in Min's AW139 flying to Bexley. A Mirabelle opening!!



Min descended to the top of a multi-story car park... a Met Police car
sitting there. The car park owner had agreed to let us do this and closed
off the northwest section.

I shook the WPC's hand thanking her for being here.

We walked out of the multi-story onto Graham Road then to Broadway, a left
onto the mall.



Cliffe met us at the door... a hug for her. Smiling she squatted down to
meet Chani.

We had a tour... the store on Broadway in Bexley, a half block from King's
Arms pub in a busy area of the pedestrian mall stretch of Broadway. Our
building had been a bank some time in the distant past, four floors,
offices on floors one and two plus a top floor flat, a big cellar. In the
ground floor Mirabelle the bank vault had been made into a work room for
the store. A lift for all floors.

We didn't bother the tenants on One and Two, all small businesses, lawyers,
an accountancy and the like... who were not troubled by the increase in
security measures. There is a separate entry to the lift for them on the
west end of the building.

One of the perks for the manager here is the flat upstairs. Roomy, lovely
big windows, two bedrooms. There was roof access via a locked stairway, up
there a large wood deck with a fence around it.

Cliffe smiling saying she'd settled in. Good!

The store had large windows to the mall, it was basically one big open
room. The suit section had a large part, displays all around for each
category. The big windows had platforms created for displays... mannequins
dressed in our clothes.

There is an entryway so when its wet customers can shake it off, deposit an
umbrella then enter the store.

Some of our managers from out-of-town had given suggestions on how to
present the clothes... it was bright, colourful and inviting!!

Cliffe's staff were likewise. It was great to see Chani doing fist bumps
with them. Laughter.



Some press... Sky UK, BBC, The Sun and other newspapers... it was announced
I would be at the opening. I spoke to them, many repeaters amongst them. I
did a précis of Mirabelle and how we were expanding.

I did questions for a bit... they got that we were opening one more
tomorrow in Shoreditch and I'd recently gone to new stores in Edinburgh and
Birmingham.

"We do have plans for more after the turn of the New Year. Here in the UK
and Ireland, Germany, France and the Low Countries. America also."

I thanked them for coming.



Time to open... a queue outside. Doors open I greeted ladies as they came
in... a bit wide-eyed seeing how good the clothes looked and me shaking
their hand.

Cliffe's folks right there to help.

I could see Chani at the cash wrap desk, Delphine behind her, Gaby next to
them. Alba and Tessa in the store near me.

Chani using her iPhone to take snaps.

A call from Francis. I moved outside, Alba ahead of me, Tessa behind.

"Fay, the deal to buy Calcott's process is done. He's very happy. The money
in hand for him to invest went over big. I got on to a fellow at the
Investment Bank in The City, he's going to speak to Calcott... give him
advice on investing it. The bank won't charge Calcott for that.

I've talked with Carter2... he's going down to Twin Ponds to meet Calcott
and get a look-see... get details about connections, etc... So you can make
plans."

I asked about Wesley and Ali... TERRIFIC was the answer.

"Fay, he's so small, he acts happy. He puts out his arms when he can see
you... I have to get close so he can recognise me then I scoop him up. We
are getting bubbles... lots."

I said enjoy.



Another call... OZ.

"Fay, thank you for pushing for a bill to rise our people's pay. The PM
told me this morning they are going ahead with it. So all mine will
benefit."

"Oz, it needs doing... when you showed us the current pay rates... it is
quite ridiculous. I told Keir Starmer I would speak for it in the Lords."

I was thanked again.



Alba had edged away when I started speaking... Tessa moved closer. I put
out my hand to Alba as I finished with Oz.

Tessa, "Alba, Fay wants us to stay close." A look to me, "Fay believes we
are to do our job and unless she expressly says something you are not to
worry about hearing her side of a call."

I was squeezing Alba's arm through that. She looked to me... I nodded. Fist
bump! A smile.



The queue was still there... this store is quite large the queue is reduced
faster. I went along the line speaking to the ladies... they all had seen
the sign about getting a free drink at the coffee shop opposite. A few held
theirs up, smiles.

Inside it was busy... the iPad cashier working with the stand of bags
beside her... what a great idea that had been. Pia had gotten full credit
for that!! A bonus too!

I did go through the store talking to more customers, asking what they
liked...



Chani and I did our goodbyes after a few hours. Some folks snapping
pictures as we walked to the multi-story. I thanked the WPC and we did a
selfie.

Min had us airborne quickly.



Rae at Wandsworth, our car over Thames into Battersea through Nine Elms,
Vauxhall, Kennington and into Lambeth. Rae pulled up to the Three Stags Pub
on Kennington Road at Lambeth Road.

A woman inside the door escorted us upstairs, a private room setup by
Gil. It was a good sized room with older wooden tables and chairs, hard
wood floor and a brick fronted bar.

We were here first... a menu. I ordered the starters, the baked
Camembert... several... hold the salad, the nachos times many.

Chani and I looked at the mains for us. I texted Cho... would he share the
Greek salad and the fish and chips. A thumbs up emoji!

I sent some choices for Sir Alan... Cho came back with the fish and the
fries emoji's. Done!

Chani texted Charlie... <U want 2 split... fish and the fries emoji's> a
big <thumbs up> emoji came back.

Our server was smiling at all that.

"Your Ladyship, your daughter is very good at texting."

Chani grinning... fist bump... amazing to the woman.

Drinks... I wanted a half pint of Guinness, a pint for Cho and Sir
Alan. The Twins and Delphine would get colas. Gil and Chelle did all
theirs, Tha got her choices via a text.

Tessa arranged food for the Protectors.

Drinks arrived as the men showed up. Hugs and kisses. Sir Alan looking
quite well! A big hug.

We settled down, the other folks confirmed food decisions.



Lunch talk was the museum and Bexley... Charlie liked seeing the history
things...

"Lots of interesting displays... there were so many bad things... the many
poor people killed and hurt... the mud looked really yucky."

Sir Alan, "Charlie saw pictures of the First World War. Wherever men fight
the ground gets torn up... it becomes a mess when rain or snow comes down."

Charlie shaking his head saying war is not good for people. How right he
is!



Our servers did well, the food very good. Their fish and chips excellent!
Gil left a big tip.



Outside we walked over to the front door of the Imperial War Museum, the
big naval guns aimed, co-incidentally I'm sure, towards The City and its
many banks.

A fellow with a proper regimental moustache greeted Sir Alan who did the
introductions for us. He bowed and shook our hands... the Twins too. The
fellow said there were seats reserved at the rear of the room as Gil asked
where Mr. Hardy would do his talk.

The signing table is outside in the large foyer.



We sat at the back...our Protectors behind us... there are many people
standing... the room was full!! Cho saw two middle-aged women, he nudged
Sir Alan... they offered their seats to the ladies who thanked them.

The lady beside me... "Your children?"

I nodded.

"They seem young for this."

I said, "They know Mr. Hardy."

She nodded, I think she got a look at me... Cho behind me hands on my
shoulders...

"Oh my... you're Lady Harcourt!"

I nodded once more as Mr. Hardy was being introduced up front... that
short-circuited any more talking.

The fellow doing it was very effusive...

"Our speaker's first book is quite amazing... `The Age of Warfare:
Napoleon's Military Impact on Europe.' It is thoroughly researched,
superbly written with several new interpretations on several events of the
Napoleonic Wars which are so apt they seem quite natural to accept.

Our members comments have made it a book you cannot do without if you study
the period. It is already making it's way up the best seller charts heading
to the top I am sure...

Please welcome Mr. Arthur Hardy..."

He started the applause which was loud and sustained as Mr. Hardy moved to
the rostrum.

I was feeling tingly with happiness... his first book selling like the
proverbial `hotcakes' here and in America. The French edition would be
released in summer of the New Year. We knew... we owned the Paris based
Livres de Monde as part of Munro Publishing. A German one to follow from
our new publisher in Berlin.

I decided to stand to clap for him... it caught on... others began to
stand... my view partially blocked... Mr. Hardy smiling and waving. Cho
clapping behind me... the Twins sitting but clapping... cute smiles.

It died down but an amazing start.



Mr. Hardy spoke for thirty minutes starting with how the failure of the
`Continental System' brought on economic disaster for France forcing
Napoleon to widen his wars into Spain and Russia... to close their markets
to Great Britain. Their resources had also become vital to maintaining
Napoleon's war machine.

The guerrilla war in Spain did enormous damage to the French. He said it
should be considered the true destroyer of the empire... a long grinding
conflict. First against an enemy they couldn't find or stop... The rebuilt
Spanish Armies fighting alongside the guerrillas then to be aligned with
the English led Allied armies of Wellington fighting their way through from
Portugal... Napoleon sent tens of thousands of troops to be swallowed up on
the peninsula. Most of those troops were non-French with considerable
morale issues being `drafted' in the French Army from the forces Napoleon
defeated. Tens of thousands of those `drafted' soldiers deserted from the
French side.

Combine that with severe supply problems creating unstable units, many
militarily useless, which Napoleon considered expendable.

The Royal Navy interdicted all of the sea approaches leaving the French to
move all their supplies and men overland... painfully slow and inefficient.

The long series of defeats of the French under Wellington's leadership
eventually led to the invasion of France from the south when his armies
burst over the Pyrenees.

Many `famous' French generals and marshals were sent to defeat the
guerrillas and Wellington... their reputations shattered by repeated
failures. Wellington defeated them all.

"I know the great battles in Russia and Germany are seen as the death knell
of Napoleon's Empire... he tried to send troops from Spain to save himself
in northern France... the classic `too little too late' resulted. He could
not rebuild his armies because of Spain's lost would expose his rear... The
Peninsular War looms large in Napoleon's own thoughts... a cancer eating at
his empire."

Mr. Hardy continued how resurgent Russian and Prussian forces driving a
wedge into France from the east and Wellington from the south caused the
fall of the empire. Napoleon could no longer supply or raise
armies... nothing left... France bled white.

When he ended... the audience gave him another huge ovation... standing up
once again.

I loved this! Such acclamation... having read the book I fully agreed!!



Mr. Hardy shook a lot of hands on his way out to the signing table... he
saw us. Charlie and Chani went to him with us... fist bumps! We shook his
hand... I could hear murmurs in the crowd... my name spoken.



We moved aside to be out of the way. Mr. Hardy sat at the table... there
were piles of the book nearby in nice displays. A sales line was already
well filled. People who had brought along their copies could go in the
signature line right off.

The process well managed by the museum staff who did this all the time via
their `Meet the Author' programme.

Standing back, Cho behind me, the babies had my hands... Charlie holding
hands with Sir Alan.

It was quite the show... Mr. Hardy speaking with each person, signing and
shaking hands.

Earlier when I learned about the book tour I had suggested hand exercises
to Mr. Hardy beforehand to get prepared... much laughter. He did say he was
likely to put on some ice afterwards then after a bit some heat rub.



Before we left I walked over to the table, a museum fellow unhooked the
rope from the stanchion to allow me by... Mr. Hardy stood up to shake hands
and get a hug. A huge smile.

"We'll see you at Harcourt House soon."



A car for Sir Alan... hugs and we'd see him soon.

Our Prasert cars took us straight down Lambeth Road over the Lambeth
Bridge... the museum practically on our doorstep... Millbank to Great Peter
Street and Cowley House.



Temple opened the door... Clough right there... Chani and Charlie going up
to do a fist bump. Smiles.

"M'Lady, your guests are in the South Drawing Room."

I thanked him. We went that way...

The ladies all smiling... They looked relaxed in casual clothes.

Hailey, Garnett, Pia, Lina, Katrin, Allison, Channing, Georgie, Ellise,
Fernande, Mila, Dodie, Eartha, Antonella, Marcelle, Eugenie and
Raphaela... I introduced Cho and Charlie to everyone and Chani to those who
hadn't met her.

We were missing three... Lyn getting ready to open in Shoreditch tomorrow
always one last thing to do! Cynthia closing her shop tonight will be
coming late, Cliffe closing on her opening day. Cliffe is really
happy... they had a big day, lots of sales and they made many friends!

Cliffe is ecstatic on the the phone... "Cliffe, go get'em!"

She laughed with a `Will do!'



Sherry being served. I said we can mingle before dinner.

Chani and I went up to change, jeans and jumpers. Walking down
together... a big grin on her face.

I asked why... "Mama, it because I like the ladies. And we have had a great
day!"

Fist bump!

We re-joined the crowd in the South Drawing Room... Chani and I circulated.

I heard the stories of the ladies helping at the stores and doing
sightseeing... all the usual spots plus being retailers they looked in it
at other people's stores. They got to see the amazing Harrods', Harvey
Nichols nearby and a big Burberry's store.

Cynthia arrived. A cheer for her. She got a big hug from Hailey.

We all went into dinner... Mrs. Travers' folks doing a great dinner. Clough
had an excellent wine. Everybody raving about it afterwards. Dinner closed
with Spoom and Bombe Glacée.

I did goodbyes to our out-of-town Mirabelle ladies who would be leaving
tomorrow.



After my walk and breakfast Chani and I with Delphine and Protectors
mounted up for Shoreditch. Almira flying with Kellen along in the other
seat. We fluttered down on a grassy football pitch... under-sized... must
be for either young kids or training.

I turned to Gil... a grin... she would send a note to the sports club
thanking them for allowing us use the spot today.

We walked over to Braithwaite Street onto Chance Street to Redchurch.

This store in the heart of Shoreditch's growing shopping area is down the
road from the `Owl & Pussycat Pub. It is a corner building so lots of
visibility and large shop windows.

Three floors, pale brick, large windows upstairs. There is a nice size
first floor flat for the manager and an office, a large, dry, clean cellar
for storage with easy access to the ground floor shop space. Also one big
flat on top floor to let, two bedrooms with access to the roof sitting
area.

Our name out front... the beautiful backlight Mirabelle script!

Chani and I met Lyn's staff. They were all dressed to kill in our clothes!!
Smiling faces, bubbly attitudes!!

We had some press coming, repeaters and a couple of newbies. I did my now
`famous' spiel on Mirabelle and they toured the shop. Cameras going.



A queue forming... the ladies waiting could go to the coffee shop a half
block east for free drinks. The electronic number thing getting a lot of
exercise... all day yesterday in Bexley... today hard at work in
Shoreditch. It is well travelled... Edinburgh for their opening then down
to Birmingham now here.

We also had a WPC out front. Chani and I thanked her. She was smiling as a
`fist bump' took place.



Lyn opened the doors... Chani in the office upstairs... I helped greet
customers... many quite nice comments about my clothes.

A wool chestnut brown full skirt to my ankles, pale beige short-sleeve
cashmere top with a matching cardigan over my shoulders, a gold chain
connecting the collar buttons. A broad chestnut leather belt. Chestnut
heels and pale stockings. Gold jewellery bits. `Joy'

I was able to say the skirt was in stock!

Chani in a black wool skirt to her ankles, a white long sleeve turtleneck
jumper. Her red `heels!' She came down when the doors had been opened for a
bit.



The customers were nearly all in their twenties and thirties, one woman
stood out... slender, my height, a mop of gray hair... looking good in a
skirt and jumper two shades of gray with black accessories.

I stepped towards her, "Hello... that is good for your colour."

She was holding an azure blue double-breasted suit jacket... A smile, "Your
Ladyship, I am considering it."

I said I'd be right back... I plucked up a pair of wide-legged yellow
trousers. I held them up beside the blue jacket... her eyes lit up!

"M'Lady, that is the idea! I want more colours in my clothes."

"Now not to be pushy... if you bought a jacket in each colour and skirts
and trousers... you switch them around. The trousers and skirts will work
with different kinds of tops... without the jackets!"

She introduced herself, Anya, a BBC executive working in the Foreign News
division. She had done on-air reporting before moving into management. I
thought her face was familiar... it had to be more than a half-dozen years
back when I occasionally watched the news.

Anya, "I moved into Shoreditch a year ago... I'm two blocks away. I saw the
signs about the opening... I had to come see."

I said I was glad.

"Our Len Copley is going to visit you next month?"

"He's coming out to Harcourt House... we'll see how it goes."

A huge smile, "I've seen you do news conferences, impromptu exchanges near
Parliament and on your front door steps... you handle us press people
pretty well."

I laughed, "I've had to learn a bit... I don't let them get a rise from
me."

"I know Len, he's very good at interviewing. He and his staff usually find
some zinger question to ask... so you are forewarned."

Laughing I said I can't anticipate the questions... "I know my answers."

Anya looked at me, "That is probably why you deal with the press so
well... you know what you want to say."

We shook hands. She decided on a blue outfit and a yellow one with skirts
and trousers.

I smiled and thanked her for coming in.



To Chani, "We aren't going to stay much longer."

Chani did a thumbs up. Delphine smiling at that.



I took Lyn aside. "The flat upstairs... would two of your staff want to
live in there?"

"M'Lady, I'm sure they would but the rate... isn't going to be
substantial?"

"How about one hundred £'s each per month per bedroom? Ask then let me
know."

"Your Ladyship, that's an amazing offer! There will be takers."

"Good! It would be good for us too!"

I wandered for a few minutes speaking to staff and customers. Chani joined
me. She was smiling.

"Mama, these openings are fun."

A hug for her.



After a while I did goodbyes to the customers, staff and Lyn. She was
pleased with everything so far. Sales amazing.

She laughed, "The woman you spoke to for a time bought three suits, azure
blue, the canary yellow and the celery green `Rear Window' one with skirts
and trousers.

Whatever you said... she was sold on our clothes! Thanks!"

We laughed, a hug for our newest store's opening going so well.

She would get on to Gil about the upstairs flat. Fist bump. Chani too!



We walked back to the helicopter landing spot. Kellen doing the flying was
dropping down as we turned into the sports ground. Away in a flash turning
west. A fist bump for Kellen and Almira at Wandsworth. Rae had the car
there... we were at Cowley house in a few minutes.



Cho, Charlie and others in the breakfast room for a late lunch... we
happily joined in!

Cho said the Mirabelle managers were away to Chalgrove or train stations
for their trips home. Everyone was quite upbeat! Kiss for him.



A visit to Sir Alan's Cornwall Gardens, Kensington home. We loaded into
cars, not a long drive into Kensington... we pulled up outside. It is an
end house, the garden to the side, the mews behind. Six floors from the
street, pale green with white trim. Beautiful tile front steps.

Sir Alan at the door... a big welcome although we'd seen him yesterday. The
wood in the entryway dark, shiny with a reddish warmth in the colour.

A footman took all the outer clothes.

The first stop was the Edwardian drawing room. It was very handsome,
excellent colours in the fabrics and walls. It did look like a hundred
years back... the same as the drawing room at Southwold. Small wonder that
our room was familiar to Sir Alan.

The house is unusual in that it is not broken up into separate flats except
for two.

Sir Alan explained he lived alone, he had guests staying every now and
then.

There is a grand-niece and grand-nephew in the house. They have each have a
flat upstairs at the top of the house. Those had been servants quarters in
the past, redone for family use.

"They join me for dinner several times a week and at other times. They both
work full time, my grand-niece in The City as an economic analyst, the
grand-nephew is on staff at the Foreign Ministry."



Cho, "You seem to be full-time at the MOD these days."

He was shaking his head, "I'm contributing but not in the building every
day. It is more research and meeting with folks. Not too taxing," a big
grin. We laughed at that.



The garden and the garage in the mews were part of the tour. Back in the
drawing room... Sir Alan said he is looking forward to a few days in
Oxfordshire at Christmas.

"If you remember last year... More of the same!"

We got a thumbs up for that!

This is a handsome house, beautifully furnished. It suited Sir Alan. Older
but looking good!

We did tea in the library... a bit more modern... comfortable. The Twins
got slices of Victoria Sponge Cake!

I poked around in the books a bit.

We could see Sir Alan was comfortable here, dug in deep!

I have never asked about a `partner' not my business... he is a nice
man... I believe I'm over my matchmaking days!

At the door Sir Alan got hugs and handshakes. Smiles. Big thanks from the
Twins for the cake.



At home, a few bits of mail... not much for me to do.

We got drinks... leaning back on a settee with a Campari and soda. Cho had
gotten a call... to his study. The Twins were talking about
something... privately.

Gil and Chelle were doing some clubs this evening, meeting a few friends
they rarely got to see for dinner first.



Clough came up to me, "M'Lady, there are some press folks at the front
door."

Okay let's see what's up. I asked for two Protectors... I waited until
Angie and Alba joined me. I told them what I was doing.



At the door Angie slightly behind off to one side of me as I stood on the
steps. A clear view.

I could see a `Bobby' across the road.

The press have gotten used to Cho and I... no shouted questions.

I pointed to a woman in black trench coat...

"Your Ladyship... Amanda Parker, the Daily Mail. Have you been informed
about any leaks of radiation from the group of old decommissioned
submarines?"

I shook my head... a story that won't die.

"No one has spoken to me about any radiation leaks. In fact I have not any
to do with the decommissioning since the bill was passed."

Another, "Bill Searles, Sky UK News. An MP said the National Security
Strategy Committee was informed of such leaks. They said the leaks happened
two weeks ago."

Shaking my head, "I have been in the meetings of the National Security
Strategy Committee... I can say no such information was imparted to us. We
were told of an issue on one sub that caused that sub to be raised on the
decommissioning list. No radiation leak involved.

I will repeat for you... no information about a leak was given to the
National Security Strategy Committee.

You need to go to more appropriate individuals. I might suggest you go the
unnamed MP and ask him to put up or hush."

That brought out some smiles.

I was asked why the MP might say something wrong to the press...

"This is conjecture... if the MP is a tory it is an attempt to dirty the
government which is asinine since the tories were in charge when all those
subs were neglected for so many years. The money allocated for them was
fiddled away to some other project.

It could be the unnamed MP is an attention-seeker with a lapsed moral code
and limited mental abilities. Also conjecture."

My best wickedest smile went along with that. There were many laughs this
time from the press.

I did a couple more before saying I needed to get on. They thanked me.

I turned to Angie, "Please ask Mr. Searles to come in."

Bill Searles was escorted in... I was in the South Drawing Room.

I welcomed him. He did look a bit apprehensive sitting in a chair opposite
me.

"So who is this unnamed MP... can you say?"

He gave me the name saying it wasn't confidential and the fellow was not on
'background' for Sky UK. I wasn't sure I knew who he was. Bill Searles said
he was a tory member from a West London riding.

I thanked him.

"So how is it working for Sky UK News?"

A smile, "Your Ladyship, The people are smart, driven and accomplished at
the work. We make a good team."

That sounded fine to me.

Cho came in... "I hear you have been having fun."

Bill stood up... I introduced him to Cho. They sat down.

I told Cho what happened.

Cho, "Bill, does this MP have any credibility?"

"Sir, From my vantage point... no! His motives are not clear. He has a big
mouth... nothing much of value comes out of it... But you can appreciate we
do follow up on such things."

Cho, "Of course... you sound like you do not expect to find anything."

"No Sir. Not likely. The MP has been pushing this for more than a week with
few takers... he did another shove this afternoon. My colleagues and I came
here because Lady Harcourt's reputation for being honest with the press."

He laughed, "M'Lady, inside SKY UK you both have the reputation for not
putting up with... pardon me... bullshit."

We all laughed.

"We don't. So was I wrong to question the MP's motives in my wicked
manner?"

"NO M'Lady! You heard the laughs... everyone seems to be pulling loose
threads to see if something falls out."

We thanked Bill for coming. Handshakes.



Clough with a bow, "M'Lady... Sir Cho..."

Dinner!

We smiled. I took Clough's arm with a thank you for something normal. He
smiled.



My morning walk went around the Abbey then to the road past the Winchester
back gate... no young men hanging out there. No press at all.

Breakfast with the Twins and Cho. Our babies going to the natural History
Museum again this morning, Popa was going also to the Twins intense
delight.

Me to the Lords.



I went out the door first... A black suit, the jacket cut snugly to my
body, the trousers to my instep slender close to my legs. A white silk
shirt with a narrow Munro Modern tartan tie. Black heels, silver
jewellery. Red lips and nails. `Joy' A red Hermès clutch bag.

The weather mild, mostly clear and no wind. I skipped the coat. I slid on a
pair of gloves.

Gil, PJ and Kara with me. Some press on the College Green... more about the
leak thing at least now they were asking about the MP. I told them I had
not ever spoken to him so I hadn't a clue to his motivation... only
guesses.



In the Royal Gallery... Mac grinning when he saw me. Terrance, Susanne and
Louisa coming my way.

Mac laughing, "Your comments last night... straight to the point!"

"Well the fellow must be an idiot to keep shoving at an immovable object."

We all laughed. I shook hands with the tory trio. They were laughing too.

Terrance, "You are always forthright. Many tory colleagues happen to agree
with your assessment."

The ladies nodding.

Louisa, Lady Warranton, now shaking her head, "I know his sister... she
thinks he's a nitwit."

Considerable laughter.

Susanne asked what was his point?

Mac smiled, "I think Fay's second thought last night is more than likely. A
fool rarely knows when to quit."

Heads nodding.



I saw Dascom... I thanked him for the water quality information from a
rural area downstream from a Midlands city... an ugly assessment report.

"Fay, I have a meeting with Lib-Dem Commons members on this. I want them to
push the government on it."

I leaned closer, "You know the solution?"

He nodded, "Re-nationalise all those that are failing their quality control
checks."

"Or all of them?"

"There is a good argument for that. I will send you a note when I've had
the meeting."

I thanked him again.



An email from the chairman of the National Security Strategy Committee in
reply to my question sent him about how much to say about the metal fatigue
issue on the one sub. He said he was PO'd at the tory MP and would release
a statement this afternoon making it all clear after consultation with the
MOD.



We were called into the House. Some debate on bills, a new life peer
member's maiden speech, not a bit controversial like mine, a first reading
of a bill.



On my way home. Gil took a call... Donovan.

I spoke to him as we walked.

"Fay, the genealogical site has matched another body to a family. A young
man from West Virginia. The only family left is a cousin... She's sixty
some years old. I spoke to her... he's a dim memory for her. She has no
know idea when his parents last heard from him. All she knows is he went
away.

She will accept his remains and have them put in his father and mother's
grave."

All so sad... too long between the crime and identifying the victims.

"Donovan, thanks for taking this on. It is sad but we will persist. Is the
Cook County Sheriff tired of being berated by every form of press and
politician?"

"No. He seems to be perversely enjoying being the butt of impolite
comments. The scandal is not dying down."

I was pleased to hear that!

"A point we have been reminding our readers in each piece... there is
nothing conclusively linking these young men to the mass murderer, only
circumstantial factors. Yes it may seem reasonable to make assumptions but
we are dealing with facts."

I was pleased to hear that.

"Fay, I'm not one to speak about my superiors... Burton is re-born! I've
known him for about fifteen years... he seems to be getting younger each
month."

I was laughing, "So this isn't a complaint?"

He was laughing too, "No... NO... I am amazed at his energy."

I suggested he find ways to use that energy. Donovan said he'd look into
it. I said I'd ask Terrill to try also.

I did an email to Terrill, very light-hearted, saying he needed to find a
few things for Burton. I got a quick response... he had a few thoughts and
would do!



It is Gil and Chelle with me for lunch. I'd gotten a few texts and snaps
from the museum crowd. They were enjoying themselves. Their lunch... veggie
burgers all around.



Going back to the Lords...

On College Green... maybe twenty press folk... the unnamed MP had issued a
statement in response to the National Security Strategy Committee
chairman's press release telling the truth of the committee meeting... he
is saying the first reporter got it wrong... he never said there were
leaks.

Oh shit... how amazingly unhelpful to blame the press. I hope they roast
him.

My comment to the reporters... "In my experience with the press..." My
hands motioning towards them, their cameras going, "... no reporter has
ever gotten it so wrong!"

One reporter from the Telegraph, "The MP said he didn't use the word
leak... the Daily Mail editor has retorted `He was quoted accurately based
on the reporter's recording I have heard' so where does that leave us?"

I raised my hands outward palms up, "Well the issue about being `on
background' puts the press in a bind... this is being reduced to a `He said
<-> He said' which is unsatisfactory. The Daily Mail should release their
reporter's audio."

My hand on my chest... "Me ... I'm inclined to take the reporter at his
word... to get it so wrong on a sensitive issue is out of character even
for the Daily Mail."

The woman reporter representing the Daily Mail was close... I squeezed her
shoulder. She smiled... a bit of tittering in the background. We all
laughed. She was grinning.

I needed to get on... they did say many `Thank yous.'



I still wondered why the press zoomed in on me... the decommissioning bill
my only connection to the old subs... hardly making me an expert on the
things.

A mental shrug.

I could see Gil's face in my peripheral vision... a grin.

I asked... Her response, "I guess you are wondering why they are bothering
you?"

I nodded.

"You do know a lot about many things, you are on the relevant committee and
you are honest... is that enough?"

I laughed, "Yes but still... off-the-wall comments by nitwits..."

She laughed some more, "It is because he's a nitwit... AND you aren't!"

Okay... enough! I could hear Tara behind me laughing... I reached back to
grip her arm.

We crossed over St. Margaret's to the Peers Entrance... we were all
smiling.



The afternoon session in the House wasn't long... a vote and a second
reading.



Back home in my Lady's Room... Sage and Arlette working... me on a settee
with some work delightfully shared to me by Chelle.



Sunny called... she had her meeting with the Brasenose graduates. They had
been invited out to Harcourt House...

"Fay, they were VERY impressed that I am your niece... so thanks for that."

I said talk to your grandmother... "It's her doing."

We laughed.

"They were quite nice. I got a lot about how the college works, what to
expect the first year from the various subjects, what were the best, in
their opinion, classes to choose, the best tutors, etc...

I took notes. We talked some about my school experience to date... my age
came as shock to them.

Two knew my name beforehand... horse families."

"Sounds like it was useful for you."

"Yes. It gave me a `feel' about expectations and living at college. I don't
think I'd want to live-in for more than my first year. It's such a short
drive from here."

"You can start applying for your provisional driving license at
seventeen... you might be able to drive yourself with limitations in two
years."

"Something for the future."

Sunny was happy... all good. She'd talked with her Mom already.

I wrote a note to Grace, Marchioness Ovendem, to thank her for the link to
the Brasenose graduates. Arlette properly addressed it and put a stamp on
it. Grinning... `snailmail' spoken. Grins!



Noises off... The babies came running down the passage... I knelt down to
grab some kids! Cho behind them, a big smile. I got a kiss!

They'd had a great day... the Natural History Museum dinosaur room then
lunch at T.rex again. They spent the afternoon in Human Evolution... what
terrific fun that is. All our ancestors, the many branches.

Charlie sitting on a settee with me, "I think the Neanderthals were smart!
All the things they invented..."

My arm around his shoulders, "Olden time people are as interesting as
dinosaurs?"

He nodded.

Chani wanted to go into the Volcanos and Earthquakes exhibit next trip. Tha
by the door gave that a thumbs up. Chani clapping!

The Twins dashed out...

I said to Tha and Delphine to look up Luis Alvarez and his hypothesis for
Charlie and Chani. A pair of questioning looks... I added "When you get to
a source you will understand."



My morning walk interrupted near the end by the press. We'd been around the
neighbourhood coming up through the Victoria Tower Gardens to cross
Millbank at Great Peter Street.

Seven of them... They'd seen me... waiting for my return... I chose to
speak to them rather than go around to the `back' entrance... if they
missed me it would mean there was another way in... I didn't want to give
it away.

More bullshit about the `leaks' story.

Smiling, "You folks are barking up the wrong tree... I don't know the MP or
why he'd say something untrue."

"Thomas Lydell, the Times. The Daily Mail released a digitally recorded
clip of their interview with the MP... he clearly said there are radiation
leaks."

I laughed, "Well you don't need me."

He followed up... "What consequences should there be for the MP?"

I stopped facing them, "For me... he is obligated to take an "office of
profit under the Crown" and go. Such unethical business presupposes he no
longer has the best interests of his constituents or the Kingdom in
mind. He is hopelessly compromised."

I looked at them... a few smiles.

"Becca Rolleson, The Telegraph. Would you participate in any by-election as
you did in the March general election?"

"Well that depend on my being asked. I don't know a thing about his
riding. So my help might not be wanted."

I waved to them as I crossed Millbank.

Cho had a laugh... the never-ending `leaks' sinking the MP's ship. Easy to
agree with that and laugh at a good line.



At my desk in Millbank House Sage at the door, "M'Lady, the note about the
meeting with Prime Minister is on top."

I gave her a look... she shrugged, "I can't help it."

I laughed, "Just a slave to tradition?"

She did a very nice curtsey to my laughter.



Gil looking at the note... "It is the same office you went to in the
summer."

Okay I know where to go.



Near to the appointed time we walked over to the Palace of
Westminster... inside I worked my way to the Thames side corridor and hung
a left... I was picked up by an aide of the PM's who guided me the rest of
the way.

Gil came in, Alba and Tessa remained outside.

Hands shaken, Edmund and Keir Starmer. Their people.

"Fay, this is just so Edmund can get the lay of the land and your plans."

I gave them the genesis of the delving into the Education realm. I gave
Edmund copies of the letter and what little we've done to date.

Edmund asked if we intended to find out the origin of the letter.

"No... I don't think it's likely or very valuable. As you can see we are
looking at the companies that were named. How they do their business, any
issues from any of their other clients, etc... It's early days."

I asked if Edmund had spoken to Kirk about what we'd done about the MOD
things.

"Yes. He and his financial fellow, Reginald, gave me and mine a
briefing. Your people are quite good at winkling out interesting bits. They
were happy and impressed.

Not only is the MOD going after some to get money back they have passed
onto the CPS packets for their consideration with the MOD's request charges
be laid."

"I have heard that. Some of those companies are so dirty they need to go
away.

Casteen will be the point of contact on this... you can of course route
things via Sage to her."

Edmund said he would choose a staff member to be the primary on this. That
person would contact Casteen.

A bit more then Edmund and his folks left. Handshakes and thanks.



I'd asked Keir Starmer if Cedric would able to meet at the same time... he
couldn't but his principal deputy is here.

I am introduced to... his hand out "Your Ladyship, Grattan... Albert."

I smiled shaking, "Do you fill in a lot of forms with your name?"

He laughed, "No M'Lady... usually we use last names."

"Are you a member or... permanent staff?"

"Oh sorry M'Lady... I represent Manchester South in the Commons."

So it was me, Keir Starmer and his closest aides, Grattan and an aide plus
Gil. Tea was brought in and happily accepted.

"Through a friend of ours we have made contact with a retired Russian
general... he is very close to the men running Russia now. We have a
meeting setup in Helsinki... I will fly in. At this point the plan is we
will meet on our aircraft.

What we want is a way to talk to the current Russian leaders... to convince
them democracy with all its faults is where they need to go.

They reasonably fear that the sanctions, trade barriers, the cut-off on
banks information sharing, etc... which came after putin's adventure in
Crimea... will continue even though putin is gone.

Their withdrawal from all Ukrainian territory shows they have that fear.

As you know their military, oil and computing industries are dependant on
western equipment to maintain themselves. They cannot even build a tank
without Western materials.

We want to show them they will be far better off relinquishing power to an
elected government.

The many examples of democratic countries with strong militaries should
give them examples of what can happen... recent cases on point... Belarus'
army has backed away from politics as the Thai military is now doing.

America is the supreme example... their military has had every possible new
weapons systems since World War II... all voted for by elected
representatives.

Now there will be no promises about anything that is not within our
capabilities. Nothing concrete except our willingness to help them get to
the point of decision and then supporting them in the court of public
opinion."



Keir watching my face through all that... a smile...

"Fay, I feel sure we can trust your judgement on that. Your possible new
`friend' where does he stand now?"

"Publically he has supported the generals taking power given putin's
`illness' but he knows they cannot run the country no matter how many
technocrats they use. What I have is he's an old army man without
blinkers. He's very aware of the personal limits of the men currently in
charge.

We can assess his level of knowledge through a rather unique prism... we
have dossiers on most of the generals in the ruling clique vetted by a
former FSB officer."

Starmer's eyes narrowed... Grattan's went the other way.

"Yevgeny was a senior colonel in the FSB involved in multiple projects and
tasked with computer operations. We aided Yevgeny's escape from Russia a
year ago... he spend over six months with the FBI being debriefed and
assisting their other endeavours. He provided us with a connection into an
FSB server which he setup and managed.

On that server were backups from a dozen FSB offices and a folder of
documents he amassed showing how several dozen top Russians manipulated
things for their profit, crimes they committed and their sexual
peccadillos.

We handed it all over to the NSA, they passed some or all on to the GCHQ.

Some of the generals are criminals... not all. Once the Russian Army
removed putin... Yevgeny did updates on all the generals... so if I can sit
down with them I will know more about them individually than they could
ever imagine. I hope to parlay that advantage into some leverage to get the
`criminal' generals out so we deal with the best of the lot."

I could see Keir Starmer wanted to ask about Yevgeny...

I gave them a précis of what we did, what happened when he arrived in
New York and his current status.

Keir shaking his head, "I suppose I should never be surprised at what you
two get up to."

"Yevgeny wasn't alone... his twelve year old daughter flew out with. He's a
widower... while he was with the FBI Samara was our ward, living in a
building in New York where we have a flat. We own four buildings on a short
street... the area is in a zone our Security Service controls. `round the
clock protection at a very high level."



I sipped my tea... their faces were studies in wonder with a gleam of
intense interest.

"General Milanovski is one of the `clean' generals. A veteran of the mess
Afghanistan still is and the Caucasus. He as relieved of command in the
Caucasus by putin because he stopped the local nazis from murdering
captives."

"So you will sit down with someone who is already sympathetic to your
goal... he would then facilitate your contact with the generals
clique. Then you have to persuade them.

I don't know many Russians... I would guess those I do know aren't typical
of the Russian army general's class... but even my friends can be quite
stubborn when they want."

Smiling I said, "We anticipate this won't an easy sweep in to make nice and
succeed in our goal immediately kind of thing. The way we approached the
southern Thailand talks was slow and easy made simpler by our having
contacts with both sides.

What we would like is contact information for Alexi Navalny. Sounding out
the Russian army via one of its own is only half the equation. Arranging a
meeting with Navalny or someone who could speak for him is important if for
no other reason he is up to speed with what we are doing. Exchanging views
would be very valuable... we could assess possible ways to help him."

Keir Starmer, "We do have a contact point for Navalny and I will have it in
your hands once we have informed him so it is not a `cold call' on your
part."

He turned to Grattan who nodded.

I stood to get more tea with an eye motion to Keir. He joined me by the
windows... the brown Thames flowing by...

I lifted out a thumb drive from a pocket, putting in his hand.

"On this is a report from our Security Service about China. Briefly... it
describes the possible coming economic catastrophe in great detail. There
are sections on their military, banks, real estate, foreign exchange,
manufacturing... locally owned and outside companies from Asia, America and
Europe... a comprehensive analysis.

The real estate sector is a major flashpoint. Although it is unlikely to
injure world markets the destabilising effect inside China will be
broad. It would affect their overall financial position most likely
weakening the yuan further especially as their banks will be involved.

Their agriculture is not going to be able to fully feed the people... with
their currency being eroded making it ruinously expensive to buy food on
the world markets.

It is in short a mess! They will have to make a series of difficult choices
very soon or face the possibility of anarchy and the fall of the People's
Government."

The Prime Minister looking intently at me... "There has been some increased
rumblings from MI6 and GCHQ... this is sourced how?"

"From some of our people on the ground in China and neighbouring countries,
computer intrusions, decoded messages, the Vietnamese government and a
Chinese individual who is working for us. On the latter... we did not use
anything they told us until we had a second source. That agent is in the
Chinese government, highly placed with excellent connections."

"Intrusions? Decoded?"

"We have gained entry to several important Chinese computer systems... this
is all separate from the earlier ones passed onto the NSA and GCHQ. We can
read what is sent to their Central Committee members, what passes to their
military top ranks and the highest levels of their Foreign Affairs
department.

On the decoding... our folks in Bangkok have broken their cipher for the
Foreign Affairs communications."

Keir's eyes wide... he's VERY interested.

"We are sharing that particular aspect of our work with the NSA, they are
gradually taking over parts and bringing in the GCHQ as they do. That might
be your rumblings because we have been informed the `Five Eyes' have all
been brought in. Also amongst other areas where we have an entry into is
their unit which creates their ciphers."

A big toothy grin which had Keir laugh.

I pointed to the thumb drive, "What is not on there are names and details
of the sources. For now we are not sharing all that with the NSA. We will
at some point."

He nodded.

I added that the Chinese, like the Russians, are happy to try to poke
around in someone else's systems but they do not protect their own very
well.

"Well aren't we lucky they are like that."

Smiling I agreed. "The diplomatic code is an interesting thing... we were
put onto it by our Chinese agent. They have not been told we broke the code
only that we have shown interest. The less they know about our side of
things the better."

Starmer, "On sharing this... " a finger aimed at the thumb drive on his
palm, "... who else has seen these documents?"

"Hillary and some of her closest people. Internally for us... the number is
less than your fingers."

I could see he liked that.

I said we will shortly share it with President Macron and Chancellor
Merkel. We have arranged visits by several of our Security Service people
to them.

They would have the same information he has.

Keir said he would read it and share with Cedric... then speak to Hillary,
Macron and Merkel after getting Cedric's feedback.

Starmer, "When will they receive this? Is it possible to cherry-pick items
and ask our people what they know? Like say something the banking area?"

"Within twenty four hours. I should think it would be fine as about
cherry-picking parts... keeping back whatever those persons don't need to
know."

He nodded, "What about Morrison?"

"MI6?"

Another nod.

"I would do... maybe not say how you came by it unless he asks... which he
is sure to do!"

One more big grin.

A laugh and a firm handshake.

"We have excellent information from the Cho Family Banks about Chinese
banks... it forms most of that section of the report. Our banks do not do
business in China and actively encourage clients to avoid China. That
doesn't mean they don't pat attention..."

"You and Cho do amaze continuously... new things in all sorts of ways."

"We don't want to get bored."

We laughed.



I did my goodbyes. Grattan thanked me for the Russian bits, "I know the
Foreign Secretary will be very interested."

"If he has questions... tell him to send them on. I'll look forward to
hearing from you about the Navalny contact."

A good handshake... out the door. We worked our way to the Royal Gallery.



Louisa saw me, a wave. A smile... "See... you always dress so well with a
flair."

I thanked her.

Today an olive green wool suit with a mini-skirt. Three-quarter length
sleeves and three big buttons on the jacket, nothing under it. Gold
jewellery with a necklace of small white shells on a gold chain close to my
neck. Pale stockings and medium brown heels. `Joy' Clear nails and a very
pale red lipstick.

Another smile... "I hope I don't annoy..." she paused, "... you have `air'
like Grace Kelly."

I lightly laughed, "I have been told that before..." Another smile, "... in
fact this suit is quite like one Princess Grace wore."

Her head nodding.

Susanne joining us. We talked clothes for a few minutes. Mac came up... he
asked to pardon himself, "We need to speak for a minute."

Okay... I squeezed the hands of the ladies.

"There is a housing bill coming for further debate..." I nodded knowing
that. "Well Lord Haseley was to speak to it but he's ill... will you do
it?"

"Do you have his text?"

"That's another problem... No!"

"Oh you want me to do it off-the-cuff? Mac!"

He looked expectant...

"Do you have a copy of the bill?"

He drew it from an inside pocket... I looked him, "You owe me one! And
don't complain if I make a hash of it..." A quick at my iPhone, "... You've
only given me thirty minutes? Damn Mac!"

He made sounds like he was grateful and had confidence in me.

I dropped into chair to read the damned thing again! Mac had added a note
with Cross-Bench opinions of the bill... skimpy.

I got Gil to sit and do some looking up bits on the internet.

Gil and I worked it hard!

We were called to the House...Mac looking at me... I pointed a single
finger... "I'm going to kill Haseley if his disease doesn't."

Mac taking the finger, kissing the back of my hand.



We came to order... The Labour fellow re-opened the debate... Lord Haseley
is called to speak.

I stood... murmurs... Argyle looking over... I could see a grin... I am
recognised.

I began praising what was acceptable in the bill... pointing how ordinary
citizens will benefit then I moved to what I called the watered down
Council Tax reform.

"The government needs to move more firmly and faster to make changes to how
the land and structures are taxed. If this is done the wealthy property
owners and land developers will be pushed to build rather than sit on the
land allowing to rise in value but remain unused.

We have not been building sufficient housing for thirty years... the nation
needs six hundred thousand new quality homes... YESTERDAY."

I was interrupted a chorus of `Hear... Hear's' from the Cross-Benchers
around me plus many in the Labour benches.

"The shortage has driven up prices and rents so many people are poorly
housed."

More Hear... Hear's. A loud `Too Right' from a Labour member.

"Some of this has been kicked around for years... the previous government
wouldn't do anything for fear of losing their `older voters block' because
it will rise taxes on property owners who may not have the cash to pay for
the new higher taxes for their land.

This is where common sense has to prevail... there can be an adjustable
terms portion linked to actual income and other assets... Not a rigid
schedule of pay or else."

Hear... Hears for that latter part, surprisingly a number from the tory
benches.

"What to call this has been mooted before... a `Land Value Tax' where the
value of the land is taxed not the structures. This could replace the
Council Tax and business rates... being more fair overall.

The current system has wildly out-of-date house price valuations... this
would be put into balance with a new methodology.

The local Councils will shudder to hear this... they will lose tax income
they would use to finance home building... to address this the government
should create a `sovereign property' fund from which local councils could
draw upon to build homes so desperately needed."

I went on about changes to the tenancies portion... longer minimum terms
and a cap on rent rises to prevent landlord abuse.

I ended giving the bill a qualified Okay but acknowledging its serious
deficiencies... "It will not solve the housing crisis."

There were noises of support from my Cross-Bench colleagues and others. I
could see many Labour members agreeing.

I sat down... Mac took my hand... a big squeeze... his eyes bright.



The House adjourned. I didn't cause that... it was time.

I was congratulated by many as we filed out. Quite a number of Labour
members saying they supported my ideas and had wanted more in the bill.

Cecil and Alfred beside me... Mac looking in my face, "Fay, it was
masterful. Unbelievable... thirty minutes... you produced a... I am just
gob smacked!"

I kissed his cheek, "You don't deserve a kiss. Rascal."

Laughter around us!



Argyle going by asked to speak to me... we walked towards the lobby.

"Fay, Haseley?"

I said Mac told me he fell sick so I was shoved out.

He looked at me... "I know those weren't Haseley's words... he's never been
that good ever!"

"No... Mac didn't have Haseley's text."

Argyle stopped... His head slightly tilted... "You found out you had to do
the speech when?"

I shrugged, "About thirty minutes beforehand."

"If I didn't know you a bit I wouldn't believe that..."

"I got Gil to look up some things for me as I read the bill and made a
plan."

"No notes... you just winged it?"

"Well I did I have a minute or two consider and catch my breath..."

We both laughed.

"Well I am truly impressed. Thanks for going through the effort it was a
terrific speech. It made points that were brought up during the framing of
the bill. Now I know where your Twins get their amazing memories from!"

A handshake and he got a cheek kiss too.



Walking across College Green was nicer... no press lying in wait.

Cho in the North Drawing Room with a drink... I dropped onto the settee
beside him... a Campari and soda quickly in hand!! I generously thanked
Clough.

I was informed the babies were doing something `Hush Hush' they'd be down
shortly.

Cho could only shrug at what it is.



He got I had been pushed out onto the stage by Mac. I made light of
it... the speech went over well so I will let it go...



Dinner was fun with Charlie and Chani talking about Neanderthals and
Denisovans, how they interacted in Siberia. A lot of information about
Denisovans from a few bones and teeth... they said DNA research is awesome.

These babies could be `scary' with what they got into their brains. Cho and
I needed to keep up.



In the morning I found out Haseley has bronchitis... He's an Ex-smoker like
Coral... I'm not surprised. I never did smoke. I had Arlette send him a get
well card... something cheerful but not silly.



Cho going to the Investment Bank in The City. Me to my Lords office then
the House. The Twins going to the Volcanos and Earthquakes thing at the
museum. They were becoming well-known at the museum!

The palaeontologists who'd `met' the Twins now knew who they were.

I had Gil contact the museum deputy director to let her know we would not
be engaging with the two palaeontologists. She said she was fine with it,
they really didn't need to have interaction with us.



Sage had things on her desk amongst which is a list of groups requesting I
speak to them... Sage grinning, "Actually the list is out-of-date..." I
looked my question, "... I have already informed most of them, with regret,
you are not available."

Fist bump. I wanted to keep those things to a minimum. Sage knew the sort
to consider more closely and who to reject out-of-hand.

"M'Lady, I will bring to you a winnowed down list."

A note from Dascom on his meeting with Lib-Dem Commons members. They were
of a mind to support re-nationalisation of all water boards given the
systemic failures across the entire country.

Two more reports from Dascom on rural water quality both pointing to the
local `for profit' water company as the primary issue. One particularly
dispiriting from the southwest. Raw sewage in their water?

My reply... I suggested he circulate these reports and his colleagues
opinions more widely to build some momentum on the issue.



Lunch at Cowley House with Vinni then a car trip to the two London
publishers we folded into Munro Publishing.

Vinni had spent time at both companies so she is the lead on these
visits. The management of the publishers only knew a corporation named
Munro Publishing purchased them... no names. Vinni is a vice-president and
the COO. I will likely be quite a surprise!



Rae driving, over the Lambeth Bridge, north behind Waterloo Station to
Baylis Road... Clark Publishing. They were in an older re-done
building. The presses are in Dagenham.

Clark's is now Flix's Great Britain publisher.



Vinni out front, PJ before me, Gil and Chelle, Alba and Angie at the
rear. The receptionist knew Vinni, she stood up to welcome her... I moved
forward as PJ stepped to the side... the receptionist almost lost it but
recovered. A curtsey.

"Your Ladyship, welcome to Clark's."

I thanked her and asked to speak to Davis the MD. She rang him. We went
into the office area, a bull pen surrounded by offices. A staircase on our
right... a fellow came rushing down the stairs. In his forties, wire-rim
glasses and a nice suit.

Davis bowed and said welcome.

Vinni did the introductions.

Vinni, "Davis, Munro Publishing that now owns Clark's is controlled by Lady
Harcourt and Sir Cho."

Bugging out eyes!! Then a smile coming out.

"Your Ladyship, that is news... and it is good."

I got Davis to gather everybody... I saw the woman I'd briefly met at the
Duchess of Cornwall's tea at Buckingham Palace. She came down the same
stairs as Davis... she was startled... big time.

I told them one of our company's owned Clark's and there would be changes
for them.

"First, security here and at Dagenham will be increased. You shouldn't find
it difficult to adapt but it is a change. Second, now that you are our
employees you will see benefits... a pay rise, more medical care coverage
and access to our clinics around the city, an improved pension plan and the
right to use our R&R Scheme."

I outlined the R&R benefits and they would receive brochures explaining it
and how to make bookings. The other benefits are explained in a letter from
Cho and I they would receive here today.

I did add, "There is no room for a medical clinic here... you are welcome
to go to any location we have one. When it is completed the closest will be
at the Traffic Control Centre on Southwark Street... about a mile from
here. We will work with your GP at all times."

The faces changed from confused to wondering to excited as I spoke.

"Now we will expect you to do your part by being the best you can be at
your work."

Nods and smiles in the group. Clapping.

I did a lot of hand shaking afterwards.



The tea party woman approached carefully...

"Your Ladyship, I was gauche at our meeting... it may have seemed I was
trying to use your connection to Felicia Connelly to our advantage. I
apologise if I left that impression."

Vinni and Davis beside us making her more nervy.

I told them all, "So you know I did not speak to Flix or her agent... your
acquiring her book was on your own merit."

I added motioning to the gauche woman, "Our purchase of Clark's was already
a work in progress on the day we met.

Also... " to her, "... I read a lot of history... Weimar, war-time and
post-war Germany... are strong areas of interest... not my only. Flix's
dissertation being on a subject I am interested in was pure serendipity.  I
don't read much fiction these days.

A new book which is also causing some waves in non-fiction... `The Age of
Warfare: Napoleon's Military Impact on Europe' is put out by Bank's which
we now own through Munro Publishing. So the y are your sister company now.

I read the book in instalments from the author who is a friend."

Davis, "Ma'am, that is a fine book... I have it. It reads so easily. So
much detail thoughtfully presented."

"Mr. Hardy lives near us in Oxfordshire, we are close."

"M'Lady, You have good authors as friends. They both write well. Flix's
book is extraordinary. Its sales in America are astounding for such a
title... it has broken through to a general reading audience."

I said Flix's book deserved to succeed, "Flix captured every-day people's
lives in a difficult time. I wish there were books like it on our British
ladies during the Blitz and especially after the war."

Davis with a considering look.

I toured around greeting individuals at their desks... very upbeat!

I did my goodbyes.



Rae took us over the river on Blackfriars Bridge straight up New Bridge
Street to Ludgate a left on Fleet Street. We walked across the road to
Banks Library Publishing.

Vinni was the lead again... The Bank's receptionist welcomed her and saw
me... a curtsey!

"Your Ladyship, welcome. How can we help?"

Vinni with a grin, "Lady Harcourt needs to speak to Felicity."

The young woman picked up her receiver and dialled, "Felicity, we have
guest... you should come out... Yes... Lady Harcourt... Oh yes."

Phone down, "Felicity is on her way."

I thanked her. Inside... cubicles with low walls so people seated could see
one another... some of them saw me.

A woman looking quite good in a navy frock coming from the back.

Vinni introduced Felicity. She welcomed me and asked how to help me.

"Felicity, the new owner, Munro Publishing, is a corporation controlled by
my husband Cho and I."

Her eyes sparkled... there was also a smile... getting bigger.

"M'Lady, that is excellent news for us. We haven't heard anything except
Vinni coming to us."

"I want to speak to everyone... is there a space or here?"

"This is the only open area."

PJ with a grin held a chair for me. Felicity and Vinni encouraged all the
staff to come close, the other executives called by the receptionist coming
downstairs entering from the right behind where I was.

I did my welcome to our world speech giving them what I'd said to the
people at Clark's a short while ago.

The end reactions were similar... smiling faces and happy chatter.

I stepped down... Lots of hands shaken.

We moved up to Felicity's office... a small sitting area.

"Your Ladyship, this is all quite the surprise."

I pointed to Vinni who chuckled, "My co-conspirator."

Felicity laughing.



"We have assembled a firm of publishers that Vinni is the boss of... here,
New York, Paris, Madrid, Edinburgh and Berlin. Seven companies in all. At
some point soon we will bring you together... so you meet each other and
hear from us what our plans are. I will say now there are no big changes
planned in the short-term.

Further down the road we want to publish more titles. Spread your wings a
bit."

I explained we are pushing print... newspapers, magazines and
books... saying we believe in people reading.



Felicity asked if I had seen a piece on newspapers run by the BBC this
morning? My `No' got her telling me about the story... the BBC reporting on
the renewal of newspapers. Circulation up, advertising space also... this
rise in business they said is led by Lady Harcourt and Sir Cho.

Ah... Very nice. I asked Chelle to try to get the video for Cho and I.

They must have done their piece after the Pew Research Centre most recent
report was released.

"Call Tai about reaction in America."



Smiling to Felicity, "Now you know how print fits into our business
plans. We started this with the New York Daily News purchase then we built
two newspapers on the American west coast, The Day in Seattle and The Day
in Los Angeles which have come on like gangbusters.

Honest, straight-forward and detailed reporting... They have taken over
their respective cities... pushing aside old established but calcified
competitors.

Since then we have bought two large chains and one regional one. The
turn-around is easy to see on our balance sheets. There are a few not doing
as well as the rest but we do not easily tire... every business is a long
term investment."

"Ma'am, I have read that about you both."

"Felicity, informally I'm Fay... Yes?"

A big smile, "Thank you. The NewsGroup takeover of the Sun and The Times
was rather gleefully welcomed by many. We had gotten our fill of the
fascist bully-boy M********** and his servile clone son. Their fall from
grace a delight."

I leaned back, "It came at some cost... good in the end."

I brought up Mr. Hardy... Our knowing him well, a frequent visitor to
Harcourt House.

"Fay, he is a marvel. He writes wonderful prose with some feeling which is
rare in a history book. He makes one think of Max Hastings but with more
scholarship... more depth. His research is impeccable and the notes clear,
concise. The sales reflect that... we have a second printing shipping with
a third likely quite soon. A true runaway success!"

I told her Mimi at GlobalBooks Publishing in New York is thrilled to have
Mr. Hardy's book in their catalogue. It selling at a higher rate than here.

"Fay, she and I had a wonderful get-to-know telephone call the other
day. She said they were happy using our version rather than wait for the
spellings to be changed to the American style. Their editor made the point
there were no examples which made any difference worth bothering with. They
wanted it on sale as soon as possible."

"We went to his signing and short talk the other day at the Imperial War
Museum. The audience was very excited when he began and more at the end be
cause he may have signalled his next book's topic... the guerrilla war in
Spain."

She was nodding saying, "We are hopeful he has several more in him."

"He probably does. He has our backing. He is encouraged to go on by a group
of men who play wargames in our Oxfordshire cellar."

I could see I needed to explain... she got it.

A smile, "He's got motivators which is terrific!"

I did my goodbyes to her and the staff. I said my next visit will include
the family so we can all go around the corner into Gough Square.



Going home via the Strand-Whitehall route... a call from the Publisher of
the Bergen Record and the Passaic Herald News. The stories on the two
company's polluting the water and air in the county having an impact! Two
different local county grand juries had been empanelled plus the state
government and EPA along with OSHA were investigating.

It is an all hands to the pumps affair.

Our two New Jersey newspapers receiving plaudits for their
work. Suggestions they should be nominated for various awards including
Peabody, Polk and Pulitzer Prizes. Many other journalism awards!
Good. That'll beef up morale and draw attention to them.

Their circulation is up, their advertising space rising... ten percent over
the previous year already with six weeks or so to the end of the year.

I let him know we are very pleased with the newspapers... for their
reporting and strong work by their sales people. They were validating our
confidence. He's a happy fellow.

An `Oh by the way'... a thank you from him for helping Wilt, the sports
reporter from the Bergen Record, at the Chanthira Foundation Golf
Tournament get some face time with Tom Angleten.

"He wrote fine piece on Tom to go with his tournament reporting. A small
gem!!"

I asked for it to be emailed... done!

A very pleasant and rewarding phone call.



Lyn calling... three of her folks wanted to live upstairs over the
Shoreditch Mirabelle.

"Fay, they said they'd do three no problem. So its up to you."

"We will be fine as long as there's no drama. They'll have work out their
arrangements to suit themselves."

"Two already share a one bedroom flat, they are Okay continuing like that
at about a tenth of their current rent."

I laughed, "Done. Give them the Okay and it will be setup with our estate
agent."

A big thank you.

Gil grinning, "From seven hundred £'s to Sixty seven? Now that's a
savings."

I said maybe they'd buy more Mirabelle clothes.

We all laughed.



At the house sitting with Cho... he got my day and the call from New
Jersey. The Shoreditch arrangements made him laugh too.

"Well tell Lyn they better be on time to work every day."

Laughter.

I got kisses... until the Twins came roaring down from their Nursery.

Drinks! I got my Campari and soda, Cho his scotch and Clough made Shirley
Temples for the babies. We were all smiling.



Tomorrow another trip to the Natural History Museum and lunch out for the
Twins. I'm going to the Lords. Cho was seeing his tailor, lunch with me
then a meeting here with some lawyers.

Dinner at Harcourt House!



My morning walk very nice... no issues or press!



Kisses for the babies off to have fun at the museum.

Going over to the Lords a call to Gil from Lord Haseley. I took her
phone...

"Lady Harcourt, thank you for your very nice card... I am doing better. I
also have to thank you for filling in for me."

I said I took his name in vain until heard of his bronchitis. He laughed
and coughed.

"I fully sympathise with you. I understand you were a smash hit."

`I think I made right points and made a small contribution to another
housing bill to come we can hope."

"I do hope so... I think what you said quite correct... the Labour bill
isn't strong enough. Thank you again for being my substitute."

I told him he was welcome and get well.



Gil got her phone back. A grin. We were laughing passing through the Peers
Entrance.

In the Royal Gallery I kidded Mac... "I spoke to Haseley... he said he was
fine you told him to stay home."

Mac looked fit-to-be-tied.

"Fay!"

I squeezed his arm with a smile...

"Oh you! Remember I have a weak heart!"

"I might have fallen for that three years ago... not now."

Alexander joined us, a smile hearing what I'd said.

"Well Mac was just trying to give you another chance to showcase your
talents."

"Alexander, I do not need any practice. Certainly not under pressure!"

Laughter.

In the House Argyle had a full mornings work which ended at noon as he said
it would. What a guy!



Mac and I said goodbyes... he knew I was going to Oxfordshire and it would
be tough to pry me out of there until next year. He'd be out at least
once. A big kiss on his cheek.

I did say to stay in touch... maybe he could come out to play a round of
golf with Tom Angleten?

He'd like that but watching Cho and Angleten together would be
demoralising. Laughter!



Lunch with my husband! Mrs. Travers did big fluffy cheddar cheese and chive
omelettes, American style buttermilk biscuits, soft and tasty. Good for
buttering and Fortnum and Mason Lemon Curd!

The lawyers arrived, I met them before Cho took them to the South Drawing
Room. A kiss for Cho.



I changed into black leggings, ankle boots, a tank top and a BIG black
cable knit jumper, crew neck, long sleeves, a Harcourt Racing black
cap. Black gloves. The red round reflective sunglasses on my nose.

Gil and I in Rae's car with Tessa, Alba and Kara heading to Basuto Road. At
the house the Security Service fellow smiling as he unlocked the door.

Gil brought an empty carton up from the cellar... I put some things in it I
wanted to be elsewhere. We stopped in front of the drawing of me at
seven... Gil's face... a grin.

I nudged her.

"Fay, you were a cutie... no doubt about it."

Laughing I said I hated sitting for it. I decided to leave it where it is.

Out the door, a walk to look at the Favart Road block of flats our friends
owned... it looked very good. The workman had done a fine job. It looked
almost new!

Our Parthenia Road house... looking nice. Graham's family lived
there... his wife had written to me when they moved in a year ago... she
was so pleased, their children loved the house. A terrific outcome.



In the car going a short way down Kings Road... we stopped opposite
Mirabelle. I walked in... a surprise for everyone once they got it is
me. The red round reflective sunglasses always worked.

Pia pleased to see me again so soon. Middle of the afternoon... there were
eight women shopping... amazing. I said hello to them and the staff.

Several women said my outfit was terrific! I thanked them.



Rae took us into Knightsbridge, we are dropped at Harvey Nichols' door. I
went up to have a look in Alice + Olivia where I'd gotten a few things in
the past.

Walking in I left the sunglasses on... no one paid me much notice except
for a quick look. I could see my legs got a few stares!

I wandered... it was not good... the florals ugly, some frocks that looked
like Mormon ladies from the Nineteenth Century... I saw a couple of
mini-dresses... not for me. They were the best.

I worked my way around then aimed for the door... a sales lady came
by... `Did I need help?'

I thanked her `Nothing for me...'

I looked in at few more `big brand name' departments with no luck. Isabel
Marant Etoile had a few ugly floral dresses... I did not get it... maybe
I'm on a different wave as they. I knew our beautiful suits were
selling... that is good enough.

Using the stairs...  up two floors to Kidswear... More wandering without
inspiration. In Girls... more unpleasant florals??? Was there some ugly
frock contest I missed??

I walked through Versace Kids almost cringing. The only thing I liked in
Kids I was not going to buy here... a Ralph Lauren hoodie, beautiful navy
with a large horseman in multiple shades of pastel colours on the front.

 Another sales lady came close... My sunglasses off so she recognised me.

"Your Ladyship, can show you anything?"

I thanked her... I did not need assistance today.



A woman approached... she whipped out a pad and pen... I looked to Tessa
and turned away. I heard the woman call out... I kept going. Alba in front,
Gil beside me, Tessa immediately behind, Kara brining up the rear blocking
the woman.

At the lift Kara joined us.

"She wanted to talk and get an autograph. I told her that was not
possible. She was deflated... "

I thanked Kara. A professional autograph seeker? I did not need that.

Gil had contacted Rae... she was rolling up as we made our way out. Around
Hyde Park Corner into Piccadilly to Fortnum and Mason.

At their door one of the red-coated young men opened the door. No
sunglasses... he recognised me and bowed.

Down to the Food Hall on the lovely spiral staircase! Gil had called them,
a young woman about thirty, `young' nice try Fay, was waiting. Gil had said
the Food Hall.

Elanor introduced herself... she understood I was going to buy a lot, she
had porters on standby. We will take some with us, more to be shipped, a
large number of addresses which Gil had printed out.

I waded into biscuits. Tins and boxes for our houses here and overseas. The
Company canteen got three dozen boxes of biscuits! Dad and Phailin, The
Thoi's, Kay and her crowd in Seattle, Somsak and the Washington group. Lots
of other friends and the staffs at our homes... they all got a mixture of
biscuits, tea, candy... some got hampers.

I worked my way from the front to the back. Lots of candy!

Bottles of Strega to be sent to our houses wherever the laws permitted. Val
d'Auge Calvados for Cho... spread around the world.

No fresh items although their fruits and vegetables looked wonderful!

I lost track... Gil on-the-ball with her lists so I didn't forget anyone.

Elanor had a fellow keeping track of everything. The store General Manager
came to see me.

"Your Ladyship... quite the shopping trip."

Laughing I told him I should be here more than once a year... it just
hadn't worked out.

Gil did say we had ordered a lot of biscuits online.



The GM was thanked for Elanor and the others.

"Your Ladyship, we are always willing to be of assistance."

Handshake.



Going in the door at Cowley house carrying four tins of shortbread for the
staff. Lorenzo gladly took them from me with an `Enjoy' from me.

A big smile, "M'Lady, I love shortbread."



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