Seriously, I used to dream that the song, ‘Some Day my Prince will come…’ was totally written for me – and that my prince would come to find me – cantering in on a white horse, obviously, (which I reluctantly learned to call a grey later in life when my horse education became a little more refined)

Two things here:

1) I was an only child, so I did a lot of dreaming

2) I loved the song and the singers who made Disney songs so memorable and unique

So

1) My biggest ambition was to find that prince and build a tribe

2) I made singing my first career

There is nothing more important to me than family. Never was, I suppose, though from small beginnings dreaming in my ‘special’ chair, (that I later discovered had one leg propped up on a copy of Grimm’s fairy tales – but that’s a whole ‘nother story),  that family has now grown into a clan so big, I no longer have to worry if anyone ‘will come to the party’- they just have to turn up and there’s a ready-made crowd ???????????

Never was a truer word spoken *see above*

And yes, I did find my prince – or he found me…signing me up for life with the disgraceful taradiddle that his car didn’t have any petrol. Of course it didn’t – it was a diesel car.

Ladies, as Bridget Jones would say….’there are some very bad men in this world’ and he’s one of them ?

Wishing you a wonderful weekend with those you love,

Love

Susan