Yummy grub, no diets that night for me

Or any night in last 6 months


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Saturday night more parties at Adrien's house

His home a magnificent venue so good dad decided that Adrien should make a different party for a different set of friends every night for a week. Adrien's home is filled with fabulous objets, every time there was any slight crashing noise everyone held their breath praying nothing was broken.



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Cousin Hazel jetted in for dad's birthday

I was so thrilled she came. She insisted on showing off with her case the size of a postage stamp. SP very bad indeed at travelling light, in fact I may join OPA- overpacking annonymous, should such a group come to being.


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Friday night birthday celebrations

Mum slaved to make the family party for dad, luckily although she is a busy artist she is not chained to her phone and has time to make wonderful parties. Dad has gazillions of friends so every night in Glasgow we had another party with a separate group of friends. I was really lucky as being a long distant family member I got invited to everthing, except the 80th party for his friend he attended. It must be a tad wierd when your social life is concentrated on 80th parties.

The SP hopes she makes it to 80 herself, better cut down on the NY party scene and start sleeping 6 hours instead of 4. Worrying less about my future may help too, as Desiree , my London Jungian friend says, "It is all in the hands of the Gods." If I ever had a devoted loving husband who drove me round Scotland for painting trips, or in my case round the Hamptons for blog photo opps, I would like to think I would make a party for him too, well maybe get it catered and blow up some balloons at least. Certainly I would clear my calender that day anyway. ( maybe that's why I don't have a husband .....)


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Dad please stop emailing to pat the highland COO

Poor thing wants to wish you a happy birthday and see if you have any carrots or snacks on you.

"Oh how thoughtful , I guess big news gets around. As I said on my Facebook page, the news is so weighty , Leslie turns 80. Sweet that the animals want to get involved, please snap a picture of us together so I can email it to the Toronto cousins , Hayley will get a kick out of this!".

"Dad, what about a photo of me , just because you turned the trifling number of 80 does it mean every single shot has to be of you. I mean I know it is your day and all but what about the blog fans?"


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Dad look at the lovely orange poppy

No not a google picture on your phone, a real one right there in front of your nose. Oohh, I give up.


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Dad I flew all the way from NY to see you

Please stop emailing just to say hello, 2 minutes then you can go back to your bramble is all I ask.

"Hi Princess, Welcome home, did you find a decent Jewish husband yet? The only one who goes to NY , home of the Jews and Michael Bloomberg, and comes home alone every trip. Nu? Ahh, forgive me but an important birthday greeting from cousin Amanda in Toronto just came in. I must respond immediately, lawyers time is very precious."

" but dad you retired, your job is driving mum round the highlands now for painting and helping your gazillions of charity causes, surely there is a moment for me. After all I did fly across the pond to see you for your big day."


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There is only one person I know who spends more time on his "bramble" ( Scottish for blackberry) than me

You guessed it- dad. Here he is responding to one of his 10,000 birthday texts and emails. Texting keeps you young. I forced him to get emails on his phone , his old system was to dictate emails to his poor assistant. Now my mum can watch x files in peace and enjoy her whiskey whilst he occupies himself with international texting business.


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Happy Birthday Leslie

When your big daddy turns 80 there is only one smart thing a devoted eldest dot can do- and that is jump on a big Continental jet plane and hotffoot it to Glasgow.


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Back in the Hamptons I get a didgeridoo healing on Gibson Beach

One way to beat the Jet Lag! Primal sound healing care of Mick.

Only in Israel- hot bagels after the opera

Who cares about the calories, after surviving the sad story of Carmen the Gypsey , unlucky in love, at least I am not the only one, we grab comfort food in the shape of steaming hot bagels.

New plans for the museum

Everything state of the art here

Angel streetlight

At the Tel Aviv museum angels light your path.

Carmen at the Tel Aviv opera

iPhone blogging between arias , thank goodness Clio got rid off that clicking noise when you type. Soon, when you go to the opera, they will say mute all sounds from your phone while blogging.

Hide and seek at the opera

How to amuse yourself when you have time to kill, the old games are the best!

Hazel at the sculpture garden

Ok so Hazel and I were the best dressed at the opera, even though I say so myself.

SP holds her own at Carmen Tel Aviv opera

Israeli footballers run into the sea

Another highlight on the beach

Cousin Adele relaxing

In or out of a bikini, all the girl cousins looked fabulous, 24/7. It was tough keeping up but a princess must hold her own.

Ok Amanda you win

With a body like that it is no surprise she picked up this Israeli muscley superman hunk in 0.000 zero nanoseconds, while the rest of us looked on green with envy.

Adele and The SP sit out the competition

Adele and I sat out, I cleverly hide my tummy with the old arm across the tummy trick.

Adele, the oldest of three sisters opted out the competition too.

Here she is quietly dreaming of brave battles with man eating seaweed and winning Miss Toronto 2009.

Amanda, the professional?

The comments on Facebook have been very positive with regard to Amanda's crunchalicious abs. Any comments from our loyal loving subjects on this cut throat contest , let me know. Well you have to occupy yourself somehow on the beach in between hummus and Israeli salad. Thankfully being the photographer I got out of entering the contest as on the beach it would seem unusual to wear a white tummy hider corset belt normally used for my costumes.

Hazel?

Cousin Hazel entered the fray

Tough call here they both look pretty hot to me.

Who is that creeping up in the background?

Guess who?

Ain't no one fitter than me ,Sugar

You have got a point, Amanda, it seems years of going to the gym did indeed pay off. No seaweed is going to scare you, that is for sure.

Why are sisters so competitive?

Well if your sister has been asked to join bodybuilding competitions, like Miss Amanda here,no surprise, she is a spinning teacher and personal trainer in Toronto, one might think the other sisters would admit a graceful deceit, but oh no!