The Second Charm

Dear hearts,

Yes, it's time for the second charm. I realise I am drip feeding you all, but all things in moderation, except sport. (Obvi).

Miss Mich had been exploring her new world as a single yummy mummy for the summer spending her days playing tennis, swimming with the little fishy's at Camp Cove and having lunch with her gorgeous girlfriends. She was lean, the sun loved her and the first charm was sitting well on the bracelet. Then Miss Mich's very good friend, her Maltese maiden, she of the deep dark eyes and rapturous curls, called to say a friend was in town.

Dinner, Buon Ricardo?? Why yes...

Making up the four was of no consequence to Miss Mich. As we all know she is the ultimate Ambassador and loves any excuse to wear a little summer frock. Tootling down the drive, the Farmer graciously stepped from the car to shake hands. Miss Mich is still, even now, recovering from a handshake that could be employed by the SAS in guerilla warfare. If this was an indication of hand to hand combat, Miss Mich was in trouble...but intrigued.

It became apparent over dinner that the Farmer was not merely a farmer, but it amused Miss Mich to think of all the bulls in a pen coralled with all the other land holdings, business's, islands and boats..

Please do not think the farmer was like a bull in all ways. Bullish yes, arrogant yes. Hung like one?...

But I digress. The Farmer would come to town and dinner and a small (?) show would be had and Miss Mich mildly amused. He was powerful in his world and when this crossed over into the national political sphere it amused Miss Mich even more to think of him pinned down in Miss Mish's little bull pen in the East.

You notice I gave him a capital letter. All charms deserve one, Dear hearts as they have led Miss Mich to where she is today. The Farmer was a rustic diversion in the first year of Miss Mich's journey back into the real world. Even Miss Mellie enjoyed his world for one of those dinners and developed the idea of the Baa Bra in collaboration with one of the Farmers neighbours. Somewhat like Ugg boots for the boobies, all were disappointed when they didn't take off.

This idea in itself, which amused Miss Mich and Miss Mellie at the time, is really the only point of disgrace in the whole pastoral affair.

Enjoy hump day.

With astrakhan love
Miss Mich