What the World Needs Now

Dear hearts,

Love.

I know what you're thinking...The biggest capital letter worthy subject. Almost impossible to tackle...and yet...

It's all about the love, is it not. And it comes in so many forms.

The pen love of which we speak often. Miss Mich's reason d'etre from 8 – 5. Sending her chickens out with said love to spread the word far and wide.

The Bright Young Things. Say no more on the subject of Mother Love. The only unconditional love around. Even though they steal my clothes, drink my cocktails and never clean the kitchen...they are all.

Sport...never have too much, never too often and never without a little love.

Miss Mich's former life did not really allow for love per say...She was in love with her lifestyle and her shoes of course, and the tennis lessons and yummy lunches with her girlfriends made the weeks pass more than tolerably, but love did not really come into it.

Whilst she loved shopping, the view from the balcony and the weekends at the coastal farm, it could be said that something may have been missing. Perhaps the sperm donor had an idea when he was moved to take up with the little and shall we say young English rose. Coming home from yet another overseas trip, the souvenirs were not as simple as a signature scarf or trinket from Harrods. The pregnant 20 yr old was something of a surprise and Miss Mich wondered how she made it through customs...(excess baggage and all..)

Miss Mich must confess to having spent the last 6 years or so avoiding the whole concept of love and all its by products...

But things are beginning to change. The songbird has discovered love with the Italian artisan of the car panel. The ups and downs are worthy of any Rossini opera. The arias we have endured at the Cottage are more than worthy of La Scala and the songbird has penned many a classic in said artisans honour.

The Sunbirds, onto their fourth clutch of eggs in the nest lovingly built by the boy, are proving to Miss Mich that love can be a good and enduring thing.

And if all else fails, the full moon, all the little fishy's and the far far north demonstrate, in the wise words of JPY, that “love is in the air...”

Miss Mich believes that it is possible that she is being shown that it doesn't have to hurt.

Having said that Miss Mich is compelled to quote the noble Bard himself: “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn”

Miss Mich is loving the whole idea of rough and tumble and is happy to subscribe to a little argy bargy in the boudoir...

So with that thought in mind, Miss Mich urges you Dear hearts, to share your love...where ever you see fit.

Enjoy Thursday.

With LOVE
Miss Mich