Although I never wear it,blue is my favourite colour.

Rachel does beauty , which is not in the same league as ‘Debbie does Dallas’. I resorted to beauty as there were no gay musicals around to see this weekend. And when I say beauty , I don’t mean anything like extreme makeover , I mean being in beautiful places. So in the last 24hours I’ve surrounded myself in big pink flowers ( can’t spell rhodendrons) in Isabella plantation and the millions of bluebells in one of the most ancient woodlands in England , which is behind a locked gate in a secret location in Perivale and then even more bluebells in Kew gardens. Doesn’t the colour of bluebells remind you of the walls of Rosie’s bedroom ? In my head , heart and soul ,she came too.

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