Oh I forgot to tell you that you have your own personal bathroom here.  Yes a room for the boys.  I have an en suite with a bath  for moi ( I have to have a bath, really) and you have your own bathing space too.  A separate walk-in shower room with all the things a boy wants….

Molton Brown shower gel

Unscented shower gel

Tooth brushes  & paste

Floss & Mouthwash

Clean fluffy towels

Shampoo & Conditioner

Boys’  reading material  (not what you think and only if you have the time :)

I even have a laughing buddha statue – rub his belly and you will be prosperous

Have I missed something?  I am not a boy (obviously hehehe)   Tell me if I have missed something or if you have any ideas, I always want your visit to be perfection  x

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Now like most things in life, there are candles and then there are Candles.

Top of the pops for candles has to be…

Diptyque – oh my!

Originally a Paris interior design store, Diptyque made the scented candle into a modern day cult classic. Founded by three friends, it was their collective love of travel, particularly to the Far East and Africa, that first inspired the exotic range of scents. Initially created as a finishing touch to their interior designs, their stunning range of scented candles has gone on to be famous around the world.

Now then, Diptyque has many facets.  You must buy Freesia for day; John Galliano for fabulous occasions; Tubereuse for candlelit dinners, Baises (berries) in black wax for seduction.

How do I know all this?  Dont ask ;)

The other beauty in the candle world is Jo Malone, clean, elegant look and clean elegant scents.  Heavenly.

Besides all of this, candlelight is romantic, seductive, and scents are erotic and enticing, what a heady combination. Mr M brought me candles the other day.  They smell of White Cocoa Truffle.   Thanks Mr M :) x

I think I am addicted to candles.  Oh, I feel a shopping trip coming on….

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I fancy a detox, a spa break – in Thailand (again).  However, I dont think I can take the time off.  I have been looking though, at different options.  Ohhh lovely places. I like Thailand, the last time I went I was backpacking on a year out;  this time though, I want a teeny bit of luxury.  I think with a spa break it has to be a stunning location where you go, thats therapeutic in itself isnt it?  So I fancied a detox.  No not like a alcoholic/drug addict detox, although refraining from the champers would not go amiss, I am sure ;)  No I mean a serious, ‘get all that rubbish out of my system!’ detox and look  and feel fantastic as a result of it.

I have been reading good things about detoxes but they sound absolutely horrific.  Colon cleanses (I had one of those a few years back, not too bad, not nice though), nothing to eat but concocted juices ala carrot and beetroot, that sort of thing (will I start to munch on the furniture do you think?),  I need to change my attitude – carrot and beetroot mush is GOOD!, massages – thats alright, yoga, fine with that. So not that bad at all really.

The problem is, I have thousands and thousands of flying club points with Virgin Atlantic and I wanted to use them for this but they dont fly to Thailand.  They fly to lots of other places, yes but for some reason, it has to be Thailand for me, for this, if I venture abroad, maybe I should look into other places?  Sooooo, after more initial research.  I saw a place in Devon, a detox place.  Didnt I just come from there? :)  Devon in February?  Not exactly inspiring or relaxing. Brrr.  And then I got to thinking, why dont I just do it in London?  You know do it myself.  Pop out for massages (and yes another colonic), go to yoga classes every morning, blend my own juices, turn up the heating (sorry gas lady) and wear a bikini all week?  Yes I could do that.  The only problem is temptation.  As the wonderful Oscar Wilde said  ‘The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it… I can resist everything but temptation’.

I have many temptations here in London as you can imagine.  One being getting an email from one of my fellas saying, ‘Ive booked us in at The Ivy, hope you are free lady!’    So what is a girl to do?  Keep researching, thats what and do it next month, or the month after?  :)

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There happens to be (what feels like, lately) an army of cheeky so and so’s out there who get off on duping an escort into sending free saucy emails or responding to saucy texts or even answering questions of a saucy nature on the phone whilst pretending to be real clients.  They never have any intention of booking or even sometimes book and then cancel when you dont play the game.  When you challenge them, they reply ‘What I?’  hahaha (uncomfortable and unbelievable  laugh) ‘Oh no, I am not a perv!’.

So when I, personally, get an email constantly asking me to go into great detail about ‘wat i like’.  You can imagine my response cant you?  It not that we are ungenerous with our time and sauciness and I dont think prudity is a name you would care to hang on our well-cared for shoulders but we dont like to waste our generosity or supreme sauciness on such souls.  Oh no.

I understand that  there are perfectly fine and good and skilled ladies out there who for a small bounty will provide such a reciprocatory email or phone or even text service.  I would be loathe to put such a good girl out of business.

Luckily, I rarely get such requests and I am ever so polite when I do, unless they are blatantly crude and then a quick block via phone and email is in order.  But it seems the nicer you are, the harder they try. I have had a few recently and so I have to say this;

Gentlemen, although I am more than flattered by your amorous attentions, I do not and will not discuss what I would like you to do in the boudoir, neither will I go into a blow by blow (pardon the pun :) account of what I will do to you should I get my manicured mitts on your unmentionables.  I think my very comprehensive website will give you more than a few clues of what to expect should we get past the ‘tell me all about it stage’.  Enough said?

Ahhh, I feel better now, its good to talk (unless its free saucy nonsense of course hehehe :)

PS  A huge, massive, stupendous thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes, cards and prezzies.  I had a wonderful week, much love xxx

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Sooooooo,  today was very, very good.  One of my treats happened today.   I had such fun and I will tell you all about it later.

But I wanted to show you this.  The lovely Mr I (not the same Mr I who was kind enough to forward on the C69 review, this is another one).  Well, Mr I popped in, as he does,  and we always have such a giggle.  He also brought with him this birthday card.  I love, love love  it!!  ‘I thought it was so you when I saw it‘   he said.

He was not wrong.  The boy knows me :) x

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The food was cooking nicely, everything was prepared.  I had had a lovely bath and pampering session and my next job was to light the candles. ‘Oh’  thought I, ‘Why dont I pop a little tea light in the bottom of the pot, where the lavender is?’.  ‘Then, the beautiful aroma of the lavender will drift up with the tea light heat and that will be lovely’.  Wont it?

Except that the dried out lavender caught alight and when I happened to walk into the living room, there was a mini fire on the window sill.  Luckily, it hadnt caught the drapes.  I was cool though, like the cucumber,  and just threw a damp cloth over it and left it.  Dippy, me?  Not usually :).   Oh just had a thought maybe I should have left it and called those handsome fire fighters out ;)

10 points to the reader who spots the connection of this story with the pic – the late but lovely Jim Morrison.

PS.  Fully booked for London in December, almost fully booked for London in November, some dates left for Dubai in December.  Full info HERE my lovelies x

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Oh and thanks to the kind gent who posted it, whoever you are xxx

PS  Oh look!  Mr I  has sent me the review it says… (thanks Mr  x)

Opinion of picture accuracy: Recent and accurate

I can’t think of how to describe the experience. Imagine meeting the girl of your dreams at a party, and then going straight to the honeymoon….   (Looks: 9 Perf: 9)

Oh my lordy lordy, now how do I get a 10??? :)

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Here’s a funny thing I noticed though.  Apart from the attention to detail, which was fierce.  On alighting from the cab on arrival,  the doorman took my bag,  he must have swiftly looked at my luggage tag, beamed at me and said ‘Welcome to the blah de blah,  Miss Charles!’   Brilliant.  Another one, as I was leaving to go a party one evening asked me where I would like the cab to take me.  When I told him he said  ‘And very lucky they are to have you too, Ma’am’  A nice tip for you then young man.  Oh I am a sucker for a smooth line.

So, apart from all of that.  Here’s the thing.  Ive mentioned a few times about my disturbing mania about those bloody shower caps.  Well, I stayed in my room sans a gentleman overnight until the 3rd night.  The maid must have seen there was only a lady in the room by the lack of male luggage and testosterone etc.  So when the time came to service the room for the evening, turning down the sheets and the usual fripperies and niceries were seen to.  When it was noticed by said maid  that a gentleman was in attendance, she put a sort of cloth across the silk headboard.  I kid you not.  It was done in the best possible taste of course but there it was,  this little sheet strung across the bedhead with the hotel’s emblem upon it.  I can only assume that they have had a bit of an incident with gentlemen’s hair gel.  You can imagine cant you?, a guy propped up in bed watching tv and whoops a dirty great stain over the very expensive furnishings.  I have never seen anything like it and in future shall either request a bedhead sheet for my overnight gentlemen guests or make them wear that ubiquitous shower cap – only kidding!, only kidding!

It was London Fashion Week while I was there and I was reading a little about this on the way up on the train.  By pure coincidence, on one of the days I was returning to my room I headed towards the two small lifts where stood  a lady, I smiled, she smiled and then I waited for the lift.  Oh my God!  I suddenly realised.  I know who that is.  I was just reading about her on the way up.  It was Anna Wintour.  For those readers of a decidedly anti-fashion bent (or even mild disinterest on the subject of fashion, after all you do have better things to do :);  she is the Editor of Vogue.  She is the Grande Dame of fashion.  She is the one to whom all other fashionistas bow and scrap. She is the one ALL designers want on their front row and the one that all supermodels want to get on the right side of.  You get the picture dont you?  She is also alllegedly the inspiration for the film ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ and is by all accounts a bit of a mare, as in a nightmare. (Her being ‘the devil’ part).   So, all in all apparently, a total so and so to work for.  I also remember reading and recalling from the film that this lady does not share lifts… with ANYONE.

Hahaha, ‘what a dilemma!’ I think to myself.  Oh well, I wont mind sharing if she doesnt :)  Well, a lift came and I got in it.  I waited (so as to be polite dont you know) a little while to see if she would get in before I pressed the button.  ‘Go on girl!’ I thought to myself, prove all the detractors wrong.  But alas the lady was not for sharing and I zoomed upwards and onwards to my floor alone, and she had to wait for the next one.   Perhaps she was just shy.

My only problem with London is that I never seem to have enough time to get everything (and everyone :) done.   I have gradually increased my time from 2 days, to 3 days and this time 5 days.  But London is like some hungry child, goobling up time and demanding more.  I like it there though ( a lot)  and I will be back within the next couple of months.

A massive thanks to the lovely fellas I had the great fortune to see again and some I met for the first time.  Truly, as usual,  it was my pleasure gentlemen, thanks for looking after me, hope to see you again soon x

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This perplexed me somewhat. Call me naive but dont you get better with practice?,  at golf as with many other things, I mean ;)  So I would have thought that Mr Watson (at a mere and spritely 59)  would be way ahead of those young whipper snappers.  He looks fit, he is fit and he obviously plays a mean round of golf.  I take it he has been playing for longer than a lot of the other guys have been alive and besides all that, he looks all smiley which is always a bonus whatever the age.  :)

I wish he had won.  I do. And I am very glad to hear that he has set his sights on the St Andrews Open in 2010 with a view to winning. (May have to put that on as a tour ;)  Go Tom!  (gets rah rah skirt and pom poms out)

On a sadder note… (no not that sad)  Long standing readers may be wondering how my golfing techniques have developed.  Well, I had a few lessons this year but on the whole, I am ashamed to say, I have not done as much as I should have.  Pathetic really.  I will though.  I am planning  a golfing day in Dubai and some more lessons locally, definitely.

But on a sexier note… Back to the fantastic fifties.  Men are fab at 50 plus.  Oh yes.  Mature (sexy), wise (sexy), sophisticated (v sexy), successful (super sexy) well you know don’t you?  You’ve lived a little, lived to tell the tale and are all the better for it. They say that 40’s are the new 30’s.  That makes 50’s the new 40’s and you know what begins at 40 don’t you? :)

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No, I think it is about recognising another human being and treating them with the same respect that you deserve yourself.  I hope I am a kind person and if I am not, then I expect my friends to tell me.  I think it is inherent, I don’t think you learn it from your parents or teachers – maybe you do – I didn’t.

Anyway,  it’s a beautiful thing and I got to thinking about this and decided to find out what other thoughts were out there besides my own, you know, about kindness.  Please add your comments to any of this. When you do that you will come across a foxy capture which says ‘what colour is an orange?’   – it is designed to shut those naughty and annoying spammy bots out and keep you, precious one, clasped firmly to my bosom – do not be foxed my lovely, it is not a trick, just say ‘orange’ :) x

Ahh Kindness….

Kindness is the act or the state of being kind and marked by charitable behaviour, marked by mild disposition, pleasantness, tenderness and concern for others. It is a recognized value in many cultures and religions. (wikopedia)

In Philosophy, kindness is interpreted as;

• According to book two of Aristotle’s “Rhetoric” it is one of the emotions (see list of emotions), which is defined as being “helpfulness towards some one in need, not in return for anything, nor for the advantage of the helper himself, but for that of the person helped”^.
• Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche argued that kindness and love are the “most curative herbs and agents in human intercourse“.
  
• Kindness is considered to be one of the Knightly Virtues.

In Religon;

• It is considered to be one of the seven virtues, specifically the one of the Seven Contrary Virtues (direct opposites of the seven deadly sins) that is the direct opposite to envy.
• The Talmud claims that “deeds of kindness are equal in weight to all the commandments.”
• Paul of Tarsus defines love as being “patient and kind…” (I Corinthians).
• In Buddhism, one of the Ten Perfections (Paramitas) is Mettā, which is usually translated into English as “loving-kindness”. Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama wrote “my religion is kindness” and authored a book entitled “Kindness, Clarity, and Insight”.
• Confucius urges his followers to “recompense kindness with kindness.”

In Psychology:

In a study of 37 cultures around the world, 16000 subjects were asked about their most desired traits in a mate. For both sexes, the first preference was kindness (the second was intelligence).

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