Prank or frank?

Recently, I encountered a pretty unusual sight on Euston Road. I was on a No.73 bus, gazing out of the window while Bella was having a kip on my lap.

Nothing seems to be out of ordinary, everything is normal, I thought, half daydreaming. However, my eyes went wide open as large as saucers when I took notice of our neighbour, a shiny red HGV which was stationed next to our bus, waiting for the traffic light to change. 


OMG! Am I hallucinating?!

Black stilettos were stuck on the step leading to the cab of the HGV! 

And the pair, they weren’t any ordinary sort. They were shiny black patent leather with sky high heels. A very vampy and dominatrix sort of shoes. What are they doing on there? Who placed them there? Did the driver know about it? Did he do it? If so, WHY?????

Normally, I never take a picture of strangers so overtly but I had to do it…

The driver did notice me pointing my iPhone at him and looked rather annoyed by it. Sorry matey, but I just can’t let you go out of my life without recording this bizarre sight.

Well, this city never ceases to amaze me…

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Insomniac Yorkie?

For three consecutive nights, Bella disturbed my sleep. She scratched her pen incessantly and repeatedly during the early hours.

Bella, thank you for making me like a zombie…

I let her out of her pen and observed what she was up to. She drank some water and stood there in the dark, looking back at me quizzically. ‘What did you want, Ben Ben?’ I picked her up and put her back in her bed. While lying in my bed and trying to get back to sleep, I was rather concerned because it was two straight nights she woke me up with the same antics. I may give Sandra (Bella’s breeder) a call if it persists, I thought as I dozed off. Then, I was woken up again with the noise only two hours later! This time, she just wanted to play. Oh for God’s sake!! This has to stop.

Mr.B never did anything like this. Unless he was ill, he never woke us up deliberately, Hubbie and I shook our heads as we gazed at her ruefully.

You do push the envelope, don’t you, you little minx?

Last night, I and Bella moved out of the main bedroom so we wouldn’t disturb Hubbie’s sleep. He was still undergoing his treatment for migraine, and the last thing I wanted was Bella’s antics triggering another headache attack.

Guess how many times she woke me up with her scratching?

Eight bl**dy times!! I stuffed my ears with ear plugs but it just didn’t work. Each time, I pretended not to notice, burying myself deep under a duvet. Then, the morning came, and I opened her pen to check if anything was wrong with her. She was absolutely fine and very happy to see me.

This sleeping arrangement will have to continue until I rectify her behaviour. I hope the rehabilitation won’t take too long as I miss my main bedroom!

I do love you, Ben Ben. But you are such a pain in the a**…

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Allez, Brigitte! Allez!

So Emmanuel Macron has been inaugurated as the 25th President of France today.

A new First Lady of France walking down the red carpet…

So elegant and confident!

Blue really suits her. She looks beautiful,

Hope they will visit London one day soon. And I and Bella will be there along The Mall to cheer her on!

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Obagi blues

‘This afternoon, the temperature will rise up to 20°C!’ A BBC weather woman chirped. Finally, bloody finally, the summer is crawling forward, and I can finally stop reaching out for a thermostat on the wall! I performed a twirl of joy in front of Bella and Hubbie.

Must make the best out of the weather, I thought. As Hubbie was in Richmond for a photo-shoot, therefore, my presence was not required at work today, I headed to Knightsbridge with Bella in tow.

‘Too windyyyyyy!’, Bella complained.

‘Are we getting on now?’

The skin clinic I had been using for the past four years was on Old Brompton Road, about 5 minutes walk from Harrods.

I underwent an Obagi Nuderm programme in order to improve my skin at the clinic and had been buying their maintenance products from them ever since.

Obagi was an amazing programme, especially the skin with pigmentation. Apart from my freckles, I also had skin prone to blemish if the environment was too humid or dusty. However, my skin became robust, supple and clear once I completed two months’ of Obagi treatment.

‘Are you thinking about doing another course of Obagi Nuderm?’ A friendly staff at the clinic asked me as she handed over a new bottle of Obagi Clear. ‘Ohhh, I would like to but I’m not ready to go through that experience again yet!’ I sighed.

I wouldn’t mind doing the programme a few times a year if it didn’t disrupt my life so severely. During that two months’ period, I had to live like a hermit, avoiding people and sunlight. The skin on my face was permanently red and itchy, and it was shredding and peeling like crazy by the end of each day. The experience did traumatise me in a certain way, and I was not mentally beefed up to the hardship yet. The staff and I both agreed that undergoing a full-on Obagi treatment during the summer months would not be very practical anyway so I should consider it towards the winter.

Having a hairy face would solve all the problem, wouldn’t it, Bella? I need no Obagi…

This is one place Bella will never be welcomed, you bloody Harrods!

Bella’s predecessor, Mr.B was invited to the place once when he was one year old. The store was advertising a wedding service for dogs (!), and we were participating in the photo-shoot. In spite of us having a permission to enter the place, we had to be escorted in & out of the store with a burly security guard with a stony expression which made us feel very unwelcomed…

Eventually, our slow moving No.74 bus had arrived to our favourite department store, the Selfridges…

We like them because they allows dogs into the store. Even though dogs are not permitted to walk on their floors, therefore, they have to be carried, we can shop together.

Bella fitting in perfectly in my Vanessa Bruno tote…

She seemed to like being carried around in a bag like this as long as she could look around.

After checking over their denim department for Khloe Kardashian’s Good American, we descended to the beauty department on the ground floor. I needed by a tube of Touche Éclat by YSL ‘Aww, what a cute puppy!’ Makeup artists at YSL squealed as they ran their fingers through Bella’s mop. I explained to them that I wanted the concealer to compliment my MUFE stick foundation. Soon, they found a very good match and my missions of the day were complete.

After arriving back to Old Street, I enjoyed a cup of mocha at Shoreditch Grind…

Oh Bella, I have an itchy eye! I hate hay fever…

Do you think having a fringe like yours will help my eyes from a pollen attack?

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Vive Nouvelle Première Dame!

France’s new First Lady, Brigitte Macron, is the talk of the town, isn’t she? It looks like all the media, from broadsheets to tabloids, can not get enough of her, and I am loving it! Finally, I have someone who I can identify as a role model when I am growing old.

I don’t know anything in depth about her (yet), but there are many thing I like about her.

First of all, I love her smile…

I like it because her face is not frozen or puffed up (or both!) like many celebrities, including Mrs.Sarkozy.

Even if lenses zero in to her face, she appears comfortable in her own skin. Confident and relaxed…

Unlike another First Lady, Melania Trump, Brigitte’s face is not over-tweaked nor airbrushed. All natural and genuine, that is what I admire about her.

I also love her style…

Dressing for the occasion or casual, her is always chic. She knows what works for her through and through. Youthful, yet sophisticated. Polished, yet relaxed. Oh, how I love the way French women dress!

And look at her physique…

Beautifully toned. No fake butt. Just a lean, mean and svelte body. Ahhhh!

And finally, I love the way she displays her affection to her husband, Emmanuel…

Like two peas in a pod, they seems to be inseparable which I find it very charming. I am also amused by the way she behaves. She seems to be very spontaneous and not at all afraid of showing her feeling towards Emmanuel in public. It is refreshing to see a couple in the political life who are genuinely in love with each other. I am sure her husband respects her and cherishes her, unlike that ex-businessman president, who boosts his sexual assaults against women as his prerogative. No wonder his lady pulls away when he tries his “fake” affection on her!

Madam Macron, I salute you because I myself in my 40s, know how much effort it actually requires for “appearing effortless”. I can imagine she must be toiling behind closed doors in order to achieve what she sports in the full glare of publicity.

Brigitte, you are one remarkable woman who I am so want to know more about you.

Vive Brigitte Macron!!

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