Babies

For LL

I thought it was high time you saw the grandchildren. All bar one are somewhat grown now, so I am not posting photos that would enable any recognition. I'm also not putting any names to them either, except to indicate their gender.

Something else for you to think on, that of being a step-grandmother. I proposed, you wouldn't commit. I knew what I was doing - you didn't. Your loss.

The grandchildren are delightful as you can well imagine Only two are not  talking. One is only three months old, the other just coming up to two this month. The latter, a boy, is nearly there though - lots of words but no sentences yet. The others are real chatterboxes, especially the two girls. I wonder why that is!😀They range in age from three months to six. Real handfuls for their parents.

I mentioned your loss above. As you are well aware it extends far beyond what I have said above. All the material things - money, cars, boats, planes and homes. Most of all freedom. You said that you 'had a close shave'. You didn't. I was devoted to you ... until you crossed me. It was me that had the close shave. I could never have trusted you, could I. One thing folk know about me (ask my male friends) is that you don't cross me. That was your mistake, your loss and my gain.

I gained by not having an untrustworthy partner, by having a wonderful second wife and a great life which I am still enjoying fully. Boredom isn't in my lexicon, but I suspect it is in yours.

I'll leave it there. I am sure you can guess from what I write now and in the past that there is still 'something there', as regards you.

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She's six years old now and still smiling.....

Ciao

sei una sciocca signora indecisa

Here and There

For LL

I see you are just along the coast from where we were -Trish and I. We were looking down on that place a few days ago when we took a trip into the hills behind where you are.

I am in the UK at present having just delivered Trish home in my jet. We (the crew and I) are having a coffee or two before departing for Paris. I have a little business there tomorrow and will stay for the weekend. You know, of course, that I have a place there. I also have a photographic assignment in the City ... I'll leave you to guess what kind of shots I will be taking.

I hope you didn't have a club fall on you while having your meal last night. More eating and drinking I guess. Not the way to get the weight off is it.

Your weight is one thing that surprises me in all the things you have done since 2005. You used to look after yourself, quite well really. Since meeting the fat, vertically challenged guy it seems everything has 'gone to pot'. Funny really, it wouldn't have been that difficult for you to stay as you were - I have. If anything, I've lost a few pounds. It all has to do with the food and drink you consume and the exercise you take. I get plenty of the latter and am still active in all areas of life ...and love.

There you are again in the same old country. Nothing changes does it - how utterly boring. I am going to be in quite a few places this year including a trip back to Japan. I'll update you on where, but am running out of time now as we leave here shortly.

Remember this - you made the wrong decision and you know it, to quote you: 'why do I always make the wrong decisions P' .

Ciao

Trees and Tales

For LL

Amazing how much a photo can reveal LL. Take that shot of the tree, the one that came from one of my gardens. It has lasted well and grown from strength to strength To such an extent that it had to be cut back. Then there's the fence which is still in need of attention, some thirteen years on.

That photo tells me a number of things. The tree has lasted a lot longer than you did and still going strong,. rather like I would have done if you hadn't played around. The fence. A lack of funds perhaps? It is obvious your man has done nothing to help you out in that respect. I use the word 'man' advisedly. Any man worth his salt, and in a relationship lasting thirteen years, would have done a lot of things for you, domestically. But then, thinking about it, he probably isn't fit enough...or tall enough or rich enough.

Since Portugal, I have flitted about a bit. First I flew Annie back to London, then there was a wedding in Hereford to attend for a guy called Tim and his now wife. Back to Marbella and on to Geneva, after a few days, for the business jet show EBACE. Now I have Trisha with me. First in Marbella and now here in Denia. We will finish off with a little city living in Barcelona, before I fly her back home in my jet.

I'm not sure if you recall Trisha. She's the lady from Bristol who has to spend time in London with her work - design and art. We met via, of all things, MFO. During 2004  and then onward - we became quite close. I spent time in Bristol and she spent time with me in Norfolk. Of course I felt 'free' after March 2004. The date of your 'downfall' with me. At one point she wanted to marry me, but I met Ash. She married a guy called Chris (her second marriage) and she was well under forty - she's only in her early forties now. That didn't work out and she's divorced again...and, yes, I have helped her a little financially. After all I can easily afford it... and then some. As they say, you can't take it with you, so why not spread a little happiness.

I think she would still like to marry me, but I am not marrying again now. Having reached my present age, it would take an exceptional woman to persuade me otherwise.

We have spent time here and in Marbella, walking, talking, dining, on my boat (bit of a misnomer calling it a boat - it's a yacht) and spending a lot of time together at my villas. We have provided each other with company and comfort...if you follow ... and I have taken great pleasure in showing Trisha a different world. She loved the jet - who wouldn't with leather upholstered seats, breakfast served on bone china and a little Champagne to wash it down.

After Barcelona, as I mentioned, I will fly her home and then I'm heading for Paris, briefly, before spending some time in my home near Carcassonne. Not a bad life is it LL. One, of course, that you might have shared, but I couldn't trust you could I.

I know one thing, I doubt very much that you would play around now, as you did back then. I say that for a number of reasons, one of them being the fact that I doubt whether anyone would have you now that you have added, shall we say weight, added wrinkles and tendency for things to 'head south'.

When I was 'playing' with you, after you left, you said that if you found yourself on your own, you would come back. I find that amusing now. That was quite a condescending remark and once again showed you in your true colors. If I had been down at that point  - I wasn't, I just gave you that impression - it would have been the equivalent of kicking a man when he is down. The other reason now, would probably be the lack of any physical attraction. To be desired is important to a woman. Quite frankly (my dear), I don't 'desire' you any more. Not for quite a long time in fact.

One other thing you said at the time was that I would be alright because I was strong, that I would get back on my feet. I was far stronger than you ever imagined. I had never fallen, so getting back on my feet was never in my thinking. I had long before given up on you as you very well know, now. All your own fault. You were onto one of the best things in your life and just because of your 'urges' you let it all slip through your fingers.

Having been married twice to two wonderful women that have sadly passed away, I can say that you didn't come anywhere near them in any respect at all. I doubt whether I would have said that pre-March 2004.

I digressed in my narrative here, but then I sometimes do. You transgressed.

We are leaving for Barcelona this morning and my place there. I think I have had it since late 2005/early 2007. A far better bet than that place you chose!

Ciao