My Prince

Who would have thought that someone who used to look like this:

Don't you want to pinch his cheeks?

Now looks like this:

Aaah...don't you want to just run your fingers through his hair?

Oh, my one and only Prince Charming is now just across the pond (that's our nickname for the Tasman Sea). The media report that he's touched down in Auckland, New Zealand and will spend three days touring the island nation. After which, he'll come home to ME!!!

Yessss...for I'll be waiting for him here in Sydney. His unofficial visit to Australia starts with time spent with Angelina and will end with time spent with just Angelina. My neighbours may not like the presence of police on our street but the Prince's security is more important. Oh, they may hate me forever as the police will ask them to show proof that they live in one of the homes on this street too. Imagine their surprise when they come back from work on Tuesday.

My Mama? Oh, she's taking some days off work as she'll have to chaperone me and my Prince. "No untoward behaviour in my house," she said.

The New Zealanders plan to feed my Prince wild boar and other exotic meat at their "hangi" feast. Little did they know that my Prince loves salmon more. No worries there, my darling. We'll have the freshest Tasmanian salmon for you plus any other fish you fancy. We'll feed you Aussie tuna, trout and barramundi too. Don't worry, not the canned ones, my dear. We'll have them as fresh as can be. We'll have them grilled, barbequed, deep fried, baked and even in sweet and sour sauce. We'll even have Norwegian or Canadian salmon flown in if you so desire. Any fish for you, my love.

Many young ladies will be waiting for you at the airport on Tuesday. Little did they know that you'll be flown direct in a helicopter to ME!!! Oh, those poor possums. Let them wait forever....just like poor Katie back in cold and snowing England.

Where would you sleep? What sleep? I plan to entertain you 24/7 with my antics, my stories and my tender loving care. Aahhh....I can't wait for Tuesday.

I won't be the first Aussie gal hooked up with royalty. Our dear Princess Mary is doing it fine in Denmark. A good Tasmanian gal she is. Imagine our conversation when we bump into each other at one of those royal events in Europe. Mary: "Oh, so you're the Angelina from Sydney who snared Prince William?" Angelina: "Darling, aren't you glad it's not your husband that I seduced?" teeheehee..... purrrr....meow!