Most men will be jealous of Kylie Minogue’s boyfriend, but I feel sorry for him at the moment.
Kylie has decided, after living in the UK for 30 years, she is moving back to Australia a. No matter where you go or what you achieve, the retreat is always strong.
But her boyfriend Paul is Welsh and I know the love for this beautiful country is probably deep in his soul. For him, the longing to stay instead of moving to the other side of the world will be just as strong.
If you are truly in love, you would go to the ends of the earth for anyone. But when you love your homeland and your family in it, it’s a terrible key to even consider leaving.
That’s a real problem for Paul. I hope no matter what they do, he and Kylie’s hearts will be happy.
Spins, grace and beauty
I saw Rhys Stephenson’s opening number for last Saturday Strictly 61 times. And I would have played it more and kept it all the time if I had not accidentally deleted it. It made me feel alive.
As he danced to the Four Tops ‘I’ll be There, I said in my mind to my late husband,’ Col, do you remember we used to dance to this? ‘.
My memories swirled right back to 1967 when I was shopping in Carnaby Street for a ruffled dress like the one his dancing pro Nancy wore. Remember, I weighed the 9th. If I had it on now, I would be laid right on top of the cistern in the bathroom like an old-fashioned toilet roll holder.
I also love John and John. John is amazing and there is something very special about John. He moves as if he is made of elastic. He shows impeccable class and kindness on the dance floor and a beautiful smile and humility out of it.
When I see John, I forget the wonderful fact that he is making history in Strictly’s first male partnership because I’m just drifting into a dreamy world of sparkles, spins, grace and beauty.
Dressed for comfort
Before Covid hit, there was no way on God’s earth I would have let anyone see me in my dressing gown.
These days, every Tom, Dick, Harry, postman and freezer has seen me in it. They must think I’m really bad as I’m rarely in anything else. And friends are still teasing me about wearing it when I showed up at Good Morning Britain and threatened to sew Piers Morgan’s mouth shut.
The problem is that it is so comfortable that it is almost impossible to take off. It’s pink fleece, with zipper and buttons all the way down the front (I’m a little hefty, so can’t do with belts). I tried to make the acceptable afternoonwear by insisting that it was a long fleece and not a bathrobe, but no one bought it.
So I have sympathy for the parents of the school children in Middlesbrough who were told by the principal to have made the school run in their jimjams and robes. I understand the reluctance to peel the highest comfort we all need right now.
And even though I would not have used mine when I used to go to our Jonathan and Robert school if I had had a car and could have dropped them off without getting out, I think I had the chance.
Face to face is best
In all the technological breakthroughs we have lived through, I reckon we are all going backwards.
During the long saga of my broken freezer, I had to call a call center. An answering machine offered me so many options that were irrelevant that I would hang up. I kept saying, “I do not want opportunities, I want to talk to a human being.” But still, the possibilities kept coming and I ended up feeling shaken by a robot.
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My oldest son Jonathan is more calm so he managed to get through to the right person. And when the engineer came to look at the freezer, I decided to give him tea and Kit Kats and tell him he was doing a good job. In return, he went the extra mile for me.
So you can keep all your smart call centers, internet orders and endless push button options. The best way to get things done properly is the old-fashioned way of being kind, grateful, and polite to each other face to face.
Every year I buy two boxes of chocolate biscuits from Marks and Spencer for Christmas presents (they are £ 4, in a blue box, and they have to die for).
But I can not score anything from my shopping list. Because even though my legs are bad, I managed to get upstairs, reach into the back of the wardrobe, grab the box and now there is only half a box left.
My willpower has always been so weak. That was why I used to give all my edible gifts to my mom to keep up for Christmas to stop me eating a lot.
Mom was always more than happy to take them to me. Then a week before Christmas I got the inevitable call: “Our Valerie, I do not know how to tell you. Do you know the boxes of chocolate brazil you gave me? I ate them. ”
Gives my last bar to Ryan
It’s been a good few weeks since I invited megastar Ryan Reynolds around for a cup. I have not heard a peep from him and I am afraid to say that all my blue ribs are now gone.
He’s still welcome. Nutella bars are my new favorite. But because of all the good things Ryan has done for my local football club Wrexham FC, I would give him my last. I might even open the other box of chocolate biscuits in my closet if I really had to.
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