Au courant

 

My dearest  readers,

I think it’s the truth. We all hang our hats where we can’t reach. It was a very loyal lesson when I was a child. Years later,  I am actually in a Postion that i can write about any bloddy thing I choose. The greater part is I have an audience.
I j’adore you.
Funny thing is today I realized that my few years away from instagram was very important, but I am a writer, I only did 20 books in private publication. Whilst I kept in my private zone.
Though I need a public space where I can share things. According to team RS.
I am a Shaikh, which means everything I do has to be done appropriately. Everything
Hence, my work schedule is bizarre. But hey I do that with a different  approach!

 

Okay so today I am ….

well after great thoughts Et loud considerations, I will be getting back to instagram. Well 400k followers less, it matters not.
For my readers, I thank you for inspiring me back to the saddle. Though I am very weary of my role as a real writer.
Oh that was quite the midnight inspo!

  My husband said to me, “put on your heels, I’m sending you to France, in a private  jet.”

I laughed loudly because when I leave, I’m going to be  barefoot with my Chanel tweeds. A new look for fredooommm

um… what about the children, yah?

Oh gracious, I swear I don’t know what adventure ou fun is. Lucky I write books.

But France, to France…  I’m glad I’m getting what I always wanted.

       Yours ever so grateful,

    RS 
Ps. My new fav!“C’était un long chemin et Maman l’a pris
Elle m’avait dans la peau, huit mois et demi
Oh oui, huit mois et demi
On a quitté la maison, c’était la guerre
Sûr qu’elle avait raison, y’avait rien à perdre
Oh non, excepté la vieJe suis née ce matin, je m’appelle Mercy
On m’a tendu la main et je suis en vie
Je suis tous ces enfants que la mer a pris
Je vivrai cent mille ans, je m’appelle Mercy!”