Dearest Kay

Dearest you,

 

How abouts that?

Instead of my dearest diary I have  decided to change to my dearest Kay. As you see as a child it was my name. Middle. Silent name perhaps.
Apparently it was the first word I must of said.
So I think perhaps so as I am scurrying along my daily chores et my very tempered Roo, today I sit on the floors of my tearoom as I clean, oui, I actually do work, believe that et gasp

… thinking of , “Gee Roey thanks for the idea!”

I seem to think very much when my daily life is in le chaos!

So I hope your Sunday is brighter than your Saturday. This is where I listen to Chopin for  2 hours, I swear it’s medicine for the day et stories for my nights.
Good day my darlings,

RS