I would like to think that our Prime Minister invited me back to her digs for a cheeky, pre-Christmas Australian Sparkling (or 4) because I was so enchanting, captivating and wonderful company the last time we met.
Turns out I was wrong. There was an agenda…. OF COURSE THERE WAS AN AGENDA! or gender… or something.Sydney Morning Herald. January 4 2013
I was going to be LAVISHED!
I love that word. Say it out loud, slowly and with a French accent, if you can.
Now, I am a believer that when you are invited to someone’s house, a hostess gift is in order. I was standing in the playground towards the ...