The 'Goddess of the Last Moment's Last Moments!

Mary's last day was as fraught as all the proceeding ones had been. Our Goddess, still had pets to see to. How anyone could think it civilised to travel economy with a dog in the hold, a dog under one seat and a crooked-necked cat under another, I don't know. The pets had to go to the airport in the morning for some paperwork, and then come all the way back home again. On arriving home the cat proceeded to have a melt down, jumped out of the hands of the man who had taken the cat to the airport & bolted for a safe haven, never to be seen again (or at least for some hours). Mary crawled around on all floors trying to find the cat, and then gave up. The phones were still ringing off the hook and the dogs were still receiving visits from their number one fan, who was going to get dressed and come back in the evening for a final photo session with the dogs.

Gone were any thoughts of a final foot massage and a relaxed lunch. We had a lovely last lunch at Mrs. Balber's, where we both had a cocktail to ease the pain of what was to come. Then we rushed off to complete chores, with Mary mulit-tasking on the telephone. This was not the last day I envisaged Mary spending, calming enjoying her last BKK moments.

I'm not sure whether the little dog has cataracts or is an extra from the cast of The Exorcist!

Anyway, We also had to pick up The Goddesses jewels. Now what did we leave with? A fabulous diamond & sapphire ring, a diamond necklace on a chain, a topaz ring, 3 ruby pendants, assorted gold chains, a pearl on a chain (admittedly not for The Goddess, or so she says), pearl earings and whatever else she managed to buy whilst I wasn't looking. Now don't forget, our Goddess did not take everything with her. Some will have to be sent on! I also learned a very important lesson about Mary and things that sparkle, as she herself said "it's all about her'. Just as we were leaving her throw away comment was 'Oh Kim what about your STUFF'!

You can imagine how exhausted we were by the time we returned to Mary's apartment.

Mind you, I think part of the reason Mary was exhausted, was because it was so difficult to lift her right hand due to the weight of 'them there rocks'! I have to say, the ring is stunning. These photos do it no justice at all. Mary, did Hal ever notice it?!

Now, we all know that Mary prides herself on her culinary skills. Let's remember that she was chosen from many, by the Lard

Promotion Board, for her prowess in the kitchen. It was therefore with some mirth that on receiving all of Mary's goodies that she couldn't take to Sudan with her, I spotted a box of brownie mix!!! Now she tried to carry it off well, telling me that she had been told by well respected chefs, that nothing made a brownie better than this packet. Ha Ha! I didn't believe a word of it. It was a packet mix when all said and done.

When Mary left the kitchen, I took a peek in her fridge. Cheeze Whiz, a cheese ball, a green jello salad and hamburger helper, were all sitting on shelves. I was shocked, shocked, shocked. Okay, maybe the last bit isn't true, but the packet mix is. She should be stripped of her position with the Lard Promotion Board. I no longer believe that Mary has home-made 16 year old lard in a crock in her fridge. Yes, once again, leave it to your roving reporter to get to the truth of the matter.

Now I have grown some interesting plants in my time, but never anything quite like this. I looked out my studio window and saw this hanging from the plant, a face mask. Either my plant is very worried about catching a cold or one of the workers in the apartment upstairs, must have dropped it. I can't quite bring myself to touch it. That falls squarely into Alan's remit!

Sadly, for my last entry today, the photos didn't come out. Never mind. I would like to nominate Chris Brininstool as the dirtiest quilter around. Yes, once again your roving reporter has uncovered another tale of sordid depravity, this time in the sewing room. Asked to help Chris out on the sewing machine, my first instinct was to clean out the feed dogs ready for some free motion action. I asked Chris how the throat plate opened - she had no idea. I then asked her how she cleaned her machine. She looked really shifty and couldn't meet my eyes. OMG! She has NEVER cleaned it! The lint build up was so thick, it had compressed into a sheet around the bobbin! Disgusting. I asked her what she thought the brush was for that came with the machine. She muttered something about brushing her eyebrows with it! Again - DISGUSTING! I think we should bar her from following us.