The Maltese Chronicles Part 5...

Wednesday 1^st December 2010

Another bright, beautiful, breezy day... made for relaxing in the company of Angels. Five of us to be exact! You could say five sultry women on the crest of an adventurous wave...

This morning we’re meeting in the Health Spa. Should be good!! I couldn’t help but look forward to de-stressing in therapeutic waters; mineralised with unknown magic to help soothe tired, aching muscles which would hopefully caress sun drenched skin... sounds like pure heaven!

Forty five minutes later found the five of us sitting in a loose circle, bottoms placed firmly on bucket like seats which nestled upon shelves built into the pool of the Jacuzzi, these shelves buried beneath vicious bubbling water. Long haired Angels had their hair piled up high on top. Short haired Angels had wet theirs and swept it back giving them the wet look...

“So my friends, what shall we talk about today” Selina joked.

“Something disgustingly juicy” Samantha giggled.

“Well, if anyone knows Juicy, you do” Charlotte smiled sweetly.

“This isn’t entirely true” Samantha shot back as she looked in my direction.

Taken aback I raised my tone so she could hear it then sank deeper into the luxury of my bubbles.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I threw.

Four pairs of expectant eyes focused on me. Samantha laughed louder than necessary.

“Oh Carrie, I think you know exactly what I mean”

Four pairs of eyes burned brighter.

“I think your moving the focus from yourself to me, just, so you don’t have to start a conversation.”

Steam rising; I witnessed frustration bubble in Samantha's persona... Oh boy, did I know what buttons to press.

“Aha, so you would like me to start this juicy gossip session? Ok then here’s some juice for you, last night I didn’t sleep in my bed”

Samantha got the reaction she wanted.

Gasps of disbelief rose from the Jacuzzi like steam from a boiling kettle.

“No way Samantha, no way” I cried knowing she was faking it.

“Your fibbing, I saw you to your room myself”

“Yes and when you left I made a little late night call of my own to one sexy horny young man” with a look of pleasure etched on her damp face she added

“He was absolutely begging for it, I had no choice”

A silence descended with exception of noisy cascading bubbles, the place was as quiet as a church.

“Yeah, whatever, we believe her don’t we girls?” I laughed.

No response except for an overwhelming scent of lavender which completely invaded my senses.

“I actually believe her” whispered Miranda.

“Are you serious?” I spluttered.

“Yep” giggled Samantha.

“You’re outrageous Samantha Jones” I chided.

“Why am I? We’re all adults” Sam continued

“Never mind that, tell us the juicy bits” said Selina.

With the lavender getting stronger and the bubbles sounding louder Samantha began.

“Well, Mr Young Blood knocked on my door, I thought Carrie had forgotten something or maybe she was checking up on me” Sam stopped to bath her face in the over warm water.

“Go on, go on” pushed Charlotte.

“Anyway, imagine my surprise when my gorgeous Italian stallion stood tall outside my door, he leaned against the door frame, smiling – his arms crossed, then, he reached out to me and before I could help myself, he was kissing me passionately, I tell you girls I bloody swooned, then he pushed himself against me believe you me I knew what he wanted. Grabbing a dressing gown I shut my door and I allowed this gorgeous man to pull me towards his room”

Samantha went quiet... It was obvious she was back in time with her thoughts.

“Hey don’t stop there” shouted Miranda.

“Back in his room he took me through to the bathroom, candles shimmered, I knew then and there it was premeditated. He ran the bath taps pouring something wonderful and delicious into the rushing water. He was eager, but I wanted to take my time so, I shushed him. Without warning he pinned me up against the bathroom wall, dear god he was an amazing kisser.”

“Ha, yeah whatever, I think your full of baloney” I screeched laughing.

Ignoring me completely Samantha continued.

“We started slowly undressing each other, he lifted me naked, laying me down in the bath. Stepping in he knelt in-between my legs slowly lying on top of me, He placed a thousand kisses across every inch of my face, neck and body. I tell you ladies I was delirious, I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole damn life.

Again the faraway look of pure pleasure was visible for all to see.

“Right Samantha, I’m going to make sure you get a golden globe award for this”

I was wasting my time; Samantha was too wrapped up in her sensual adventure. I Looked around I could clearly see the others were too.

“He started to massage me – girls it was insane, 2.00am and I was in a young man’s bath, next, he stood up his body totally amazing, every muscle rippled and became emphasised by dripping water. Reaching down he pulled me up, then gently he pushed me into the wall, pressing his lips hard onto mine, he roughly pushed my arms up high above my head, grabbed my hands tighter stretching me out in a star sign shape – My heart beat a trio of drums, I knew the time was just right, I needed him, this is what I'd been waiting for. I grabbed him good and hard we became locked in a passionate kissing frenzy”

“Sa-man-tha” I butted in sharply.

“I cannot believe you left your room and went off with a guy you didn’t even know”

I huffed and puffed, stopping in my heated bubble water as I witnessed several other women moving in closer towards our Jacuzzi, but, alas it was too late... Samantha proceeded.

Eight pairs of eyes were on Samantha now... she was oblivious as she appeared to be on planet cuckoo.

“Go on Sam” Selina encouraged.

“He wrapped me in a fluffy hotel towel as he kissed and stroked me. He lifted me up and walked towards the bed – he lay besides me. I don’t mind saying I was tingling all over, I tell you this guy was electric. He pulled away my towel completely exposing me – my goose-bumps danced in his direction. I felt his heat, more kisses planted this time across my breasts, I grabbed him absolutely frantic then I heard an annoying persistent ring which got louder and louder”

“What was it?” Charlotte whispered.

“It was my bloody alarm clock!?!”

The realisation pounded within my chest as I realised, she’d been dreaming.

“OMG – you were dreaming, fan-bloody-tastic” I cried “Love it”

“Me too” declared Samantha stubbornly “Because now Carrie dearest, I know what I must do”

Lifting my eyes towards the heavens all I could do was I smile.

By now though everyone was laughing, Samantha had given us juice alright but, right then and there I knew she was determined to see her dream become a reality. The rest of the spa session was spent asking open questions, intimate questions about past lovers... the best, the worst, how many, each of us appeared greedy to find out more and more.

The conversation went from happy to sad from funny to lively... talk about bonding, we Angels bonded on a much deeper level. The energy from the space and spa, penetrated our thoughts whilst the water wrinkled our skin. Trust pushed within the group and the fun returned, even Samantha was laughing her heart out as she pushed herself out of the warm bubbling lavender water.

Drying ourselves, I looked over to the girls...

“Hey you guys, love ya lots” I winked.

“Ditto Carrie Brad-shaw, ditto" they squealed.

The rest of Wednesday was spent having fun times and dancing with the strictly come dancing team, who we decided needed to come home with us to England and although the team agreed, they further decided they'd much rather take us home with them, as England was having the worst weather in its history... with heavy snows that had apparently brought the country to a complete and utter standstill...

That evening when Mr Young Blood walked into the busy bar with his dippy mates, there wasn’t an Angel in the house who could look him in the face... except of course for our beautiful smutty Samantha Jones.

The Maltese Chronicle 2010 Part 4...

Tuesday 30/11/10...

Warm sunshiny days followed by super cool evenings found us wanting more and more. Each new day promised welcome experiences usually wrapped with mountainous volumes of laughter. Today though my brain screams ‘Retail Therapy’

Tuesday already! After breakfast we find ourselves at the hotels reception, luxurious spa treatments booked... Then it was time to Shop, shop, shop, till ya drop, drop, drop ... along the way we book our planned day trip to Gozo. Tuesday’s turning out to be a day of decisions and being super duper organised. Continuing on our shopping trip we giggle, tell jokes and talk about plans for the evening. After much discussion we wonder whether we should give the strictly come dancing team a miss. It’s unanimously decided that we’d go in search of different entertainment in the beautiful town of Sliema... Later that day, I was amazed to discover just how many disappointed faces there were when they realise, we’re going out and about for the evening.

As we glow from lots of sun, sea and relaxation we make our way to dine in one of the many extensive restaurants situated within the hotel. A beautiful evening meal followed lusciously with many glasses of magic juice, we trot off on our journey through the darkness in search of pastures new... Now if I tell you we walked for an hour and fifteen minutes without finding one single pub, you’d be forgiven for not believing me... loads of restaurants but, not one sound of music or laughter hits us as we roam through the beautiful old town. Off the beaten track at last we find one nestled on the corner, we also scarily observe a few dodgy looking people outside leaning against the old building, watching as we approach... talk about feeling uncomfortable. However, our shoes were pinching so in we went... the tiny pub held a huge, plasma TV. Approximately eight people stood around the tiny bar watching football. All eyes turn in our direction... there’s a hunger within their eyes, as if they’ve never seen a female before.

The barman bright and friendly politely asks,

“What can I get you ladies?”

Drinks ordered I hear Miranda whisper,

“If he touches me one more time, they’ll be trouble”

Needless to say we didn’t stay long...

I had to laugh as we left the rough establishment, because even though I know we’re totally lost, our shoes are killing us, we are god knows where in the dark... all of a sudden, the old fogies ball didn’t look quite so bad.

“Shall we get back and dance our butts off?” I announce brighter than I felt,

"Yes" came three very tired replies.

Landing back in the hotel, Friendly faces glow as yells and whistles went up. Toe-tapping music blares as we walk through those familiar double doors to the warm welcome of the bar... If truth be known, It definitely feels like we've come home.

“I thought you were out to venture to livelier places” Selina grins,

“Let’s just say we couldn’t find any decent pubs” I winked.

“Great stuff” smiles Selina.

“Who’s the captain?” I nod towards a small, white-haired guy who fast approaches.

“Oh this is Charlie, I’ll introduce you”

“Charlie this is Carrie Brad-Shaw, she’s a writer”

Charlie took my hand eagerly, kissed it gently... as he did, I felt myself spin strangely back through time. My senses told me as a young man Charlie was in the RAF, I could see him so clearly as he stood so proud, so very handsome; tears prick my eyes because, I know he’s one of the good guys.

“Hello Charlie, so pleased to meet you” I beam.

Wow I thought, a real English gentleman... I later discover, Charlie is a fabulous 90years young. For the rest of the week, Charlie takes to joining us whenever he can.

It was on this evening we confirmed to friends, that we’d decided to hold a fancy dress party on Friday, our last night... the news spread through the bar pretty fast.

“Yes” I confirm for the umpteenth time, “We’ll all be wearing outfits, each outfit will hopefully make you smile”

Still deep in conversation about the forthcoming Fancy dress night, who should walk in? Yep, you guessed it, Mr Young-Blood and his mates. The chemistry so visible... I watch with wonder as the little blue bolts of lightning fly between Samantha and her stud.

In the last chronicle if you remember, I said ‘we’d be in trouble’ the comment was said with a sort of tongue in cheek attitude... If you knew Samantha, you’d know, she was more than capable of looking after all of us put together, but it was our opinion, not with a bottle and half of wine inside her.

I’m sure you will understand when I tell you, my actions were of a protective friend... after her discreet disappearance my protective senses are alerted. I decide to search the vicinity, just to make sure she's ok... at the same time, I felt a little upset that she’d not disclosed she was going. On the gorgeous terrace which is totally surrounded florally, by potted palm trees and exotic flowers, a vivid colourful display which genuinely took your breath away. I scan the perimeter but, see nothing, apart from the shimmer of the sea, lit so romantically by a gigantic silver moon. Pausing just for a second, I wonder warmly if my own Mr Big is missing me.

Giggles alert me. From within the darkness of a shadowy doorway I hear the unmistakeable sound of sloppy kisses mixed with heavy breathing. From out of the dark doorway, I see Samantha’s bright red shoe, confirming it was definitely her. Smiling, I sit down quietly, cross my arms and wait. Samantha and her young man are engulfed in the throes of passion. Eventually they fall into the light, it’s then Mr Young-Blood jumps in surprise...I witness his overwhelming embarrassment, he makes a quick exit.

Samantha also surprised by my presence asks a little to sharply,

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m looking out for my friend” I state firmly.

“I’m doing ok thank you very much, or I was”

“I can see that, I’m making sure you stay that way”

With hands firmly on her hips she stamps her foot and hiccup’s.

“Your cramping my style Carrie, cramping it big-time, I was doing ok then”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow”

With that sentence hanging in the air between us Samantha stomps off to the bar like a two year old.

Back with the girls and feeling much more relaxed I order more drinks. Looking around, Mr. Youngblood and his mates had thankfully disappeared.

Samantha didn’t scowl for long, five minutes later we were dancing with our Jerry’s.

I hear Samantha giggle and watch as she seeks-out her next victim.

Maltese Chronicles 2010 Part 3...

The busyness of life and its commitments very often dictates the availability one has to do the things they particularly enjoy... working full time and trying to find any time to write for me is usually a chore, this is the reason I’m working on a solution. Although I’m not a well renowned author who’s wrote a vast array of books, I know deeply that I don’t get any less happiness, from writing the bits that I do get time for... Would be nice though to sit each morning knowing I have the luxury of time to write those hidden gems that hide within the creative side of my brain.... So without further ado, I’ll proceed with hopefully another interesting chronicle about 4 ladies let loose to discover their own journey which they willingly share. This is based on a true story of fact, fiction and fantasy. As usual real names hidden, but personally visualised on four females from the well known, much loved ‘Sex in the city’ saga. Carrie Bradshaw... Samantha Jones... Miranda Hobbs... Charlotte York also starring the added 5^th Angel ‘Selina’

Monday 29^th November 2010.

Another glorious sunny day... rays of white, warm, sunshine penetrate enormous dining room windows. The four of us hurry through into the dining room. The savoury smell from breakfast invades the senses. We hear a hundred happy shouts of ‘good morning girls’ which makes us smile more. After a hearty breakfast, infused with further chatter around our breakfast table, we decide unanimously to explore surroundings. Our departure from the dining room was not dissimilar to our entrance we knew the jerry’s (geriatrics) loved us and in a rather strange turn of events, we were beginning to love them too... much to Samantha’s surprised disbelief.

Walking through the busy little town of Sliema with its ancient buildings mixed with modern architecture, I was not alone in noticing the traffic was mad, mad, mad... Driving in Malta, one could see you needed nerves of steel. I wasn’t actually sure how anyone could drive at all with all the beautiful breathtaking views around. The people on the streets were friendly albeit in an aloof kind of way, if that’s possible. Several hours later on our way back to the hotel, we decided to stop for lunch... now I have to admit this wasn’t the best eating place we’d seen but we decided to stop, sit and order. It was whilst we were waiting for much needed drinks we howled with laughter. I’d noticed during our few days together, it seemed that we’d started to christen everyone on our travels with look a-like names and corresponding personalities... Our latest victim was the owner who’d taken our orders... ‘Cruella deville’... Our meals came. The shock must have been obvious on all our faces as we stared down at what had been put in front of us... I stammered asking for sauces, without a sound Cruella left and returned with the worst looking sauce bottles I ‘d ever seen in my life... I can honestly say, I think that’s the only time I’ve known my girls and I to be stunned into silence. It was Samantha who broke the stillness by stating categorically, neither of us would return to E-Coli Cafe ever again... I further quipped in I think her sauce bottles need to be retrieved and immediately examined by the Maltese equivalent of environmental health. I tell you this, even the disappointment of our meal didn’t stop us from laughing and it was then we realised we should have taken the hint, an empty cafe with a member of staff like Cruella should really have spoken volumes.

Despite our dodgy trip to E-Coli Cafe, Monday turned out to be another wonderful day, we sunbathed the afternoon way, reading our books and magazines... returning to our individual boudoirs to glam up for another night with our Jerry’s. It was a great evening at the old fogies ball, with more friends met and made and together we hilariously shook our butts off... we shook, we rattled and we rolled.

I’d noticed an elderly lady sitting quite close to the stage, her feet tapping to the beat of the music when Samantha a bit too eagerly, strutted her stuff a little too close to the old lady almost dancing clumsily onto her feet, when the lady briskly pushed her away, asking her to be careful as she’d had an operation on her foot... Samantha apologised sheepishly, moving away just as another new beat started up, without further ado the old dear jumped up from her chair and danced at a pace I would have associated with someone half her age, Samantha thinking the lady wanted to dance with her put her hand out, only to be brushed away and danced around...

Samantha’s exasperated, lifted her eyes towards the heavens,

“Bloody hell her foot soon healed” and she strode off to the bar.

On reflection I believe as a group we also learned something from our new friends... The strictly come dancing team were made up of many people all ages (mostly retired) they were also from all over the world and had their own individual identifiable characters... we noticed some smiled when they danced and other looked like they were made of stone, others appeared frozen in time. Many were married and still retained that magic witnessed throughout time. We girls were mesmerised but, however much we enjoyed our time with our Jerry’s, we realised it was time we went out into the locality and search for other places of entertainment.

We were just buying another round when a group of guys walked in I smiled mentally as I watched Samantha go into man alert mode... her whole persona changed as she singled out her target... he walked past her smiled and stopped... my own antennas alerted to protector switched to search, scan and locate possible specific idiots... I eyeballed Charlotte, Miranda and Selina... they all visually materialised from the shadows, as if we were connected to some amazing hidden communicator. With eye movements of the most discreet kind, I was able to gather the girls so we could keep an eye on Samantha and the young man she was talking to.

My god she was well into her role and flirting perfectly, despite his height he must have been 6ft 3” I could see she was managing to maintain eye contact, little touches on his arm, staring up at his face as if he was the only guy in the world... licking her lips as his mates smiled and left to go to the bar, it was then I realised she was doing an awful lot of arm movements and over acting... I approached with caution, he smiled, and I asked if she was ok.

“Oh yes, I’m great” she said sarcastically.

“What is it?” I said confused.

“It’s him; this, this gorgeous creature, can’t bloody speak a word of English”

I looked at him then looked at her, my smile widened as I realised... Aha if they can’t communicate she won’t be getting into any trouble... I would later eat those words!!!

“Ok Samantha come on, let’s go and join the girls” I offered.

“Yes, ok two seconds”

I walked over to the bar to join the girls and told them immediately of Samantha’s plight.

I have to say as we continued to watch it didn’t stop her from attempting to communicate and when she knew she was wasting her time she still didn’t give up; she went over to his friends and asked them to interpret, but sadly, their English was almost as bad as his...so you can imagine, we had a brilliant time watching her try her best at finding a solution to her problem.

Eventually the new guys left and despite the lack of understanding between the tall young man and Samantha, it was evident chemistry was pulsating between them. Going through the double doors from the bar he turned... I watched and witnessed an electric current flash between them... In slow motion Samantha turned to look at me; it was then and there I knew... OMG, we’re in big trouble.

The 2010 Maltese chronicles. Part 2...

Before I commence the 2^nd part of the long awaited chronicle, I sincerely hope you don’t mind if I make a rather special request...Please allow me to make an APOLOGY... just in case I inadvertently offend anyone with either my use of fact, fiction or fantasy or the colourful way I use rich dictation. During this particular week, I became accustomed to hearing as well as seeing some multi-coloured use of language, ideas and mannerisms etc. Please remember, this has been written with ‘FUN’ in mind and is not how we would normally behave... ‘Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or stuffed is purely coincidental’... Signed: The Angels and yes, we really did meet our Charlie but hey that’s another story!!!

For those of you just joining me, this is a brief narrative of one week away In ‘Sliema Malta’ and how it magically turned into a wonderfully, captivating journey for four women let loose to discover their own delightful inner charm which they more than willingly shared. This is based on a true story of fact, fiction and fantasy. Real names hidden, but vibrantly based on four females from the well known, much loved ‘Sex in the city’ saga. Carrie Bradshaw... Samantha Jones... Miranda Hobbs... Charlotte York. But wait there’s a 5^th to be added ‘Selina’ who I’ll introduce to you a little later!

Now where was I? Oh yes... my mind spins back to Sunday 28^th November 2010...

Sunday got off to a great start with an early breakfast and the meeting of some wonderful hotel staff... Breakfast, a buffet style affair in a pristine dining room, overlooked a beautiful terraced garden. One of the first members of staff who attracted our attention must have been 7ft tall, a string-like individual who initially had a most serious face so much so... I was sure that with just one glance, he’d freeze us instantly. Let me tell you this, his sour face didn’t last two minutes... before the clock started ticking he was eating out of our hands... he smiled and bowed to us as we pointed and smiled back.

Samantha, never being one to hold back, directly asked him... Did he have a girlfriend? And had his mother left him in a grow bag? Well, you can imagine the laughter; it simply rippled around the dining room... unfortunately the other residents had absolutely no choice but to be infected by us.

After breakfast we decided to explore the ‘Grand Spa Hotel’ with all its resources. The striking hotel nestled right on the edge of the sea with its coastline feeling quite dramatic for four ladies from Manchester. With its granite, marble and glass, the hotel felt magnificently luxurious.

Exploring our residence caused excitement to escalate... For some bizarre, unknown reason this started to affect whoever was near or around us. I sensed oneness from other like minded beings that were in close proximity but, I also noticed others who first observed the shenanigans from a distance they then smiled nervously, and spoke... It was almost as if the four of us were able to feed their confidence with liquid warmth which they appeared to need desperately, in order to interact and respond.

It was out of the blue during our first morning in Seliema that Samantha and Charlotte made a hilarious discovery...

“Their all Jerry’s” Samantha screamed.

“Jerry’s...?” Miranda cried in confusion.

“Yeah, Oh my good god” Samantha squealed even louder, “Bloody hell their all geriatrics!?!?”

“Yes I did notice they were older than us” whispered Charlotte in case she was overheard.

Well I understood her outburst immediately and giggled hysterically because, I realised Samantha was on this holiday for a damn good reason... and the scanned, targeted geriatrics gave her a serious problem. She was on a mission, her mission was one of love or should I rephrase that... ‘Lust’ We all know and love Samantha, we all understand that her needs were few, her repertoire quite distinct. The three of us, doubled over in laughter at her realisation, that on this particular holiday, her mission might on this occasion sadly go unanswered.

“Never mind Samantha” Miranda cried with great big fat happy tears coursing down her cheeks. “There’s a disco on this evening, I’m sure someone gorgeously delicious, will strike your fancy”.

“Well if he’s got a Zimmer, I’m outta here” she said indignantly.

After an afternoon of more laughter and us all basking in the beautiful warm Maltese sunshine, we returned to our rooms to get ready for a pre-booked meal and a date with a disco.

Dinner and a few drinks later we stumbled down a beautiful black and white shiny marble staircase that spiralled around and around... we followed faraway music to the famous ‘cocktail bar’ where dancing would take place. The bar stunningly beautiful, the furniture and surroundings completely divine but, the four of us stood stock, staring still within the opening of double doors which led into the space we thought we wanted to be... It was then we were met by the strictly come dancing brigade.

Almost defeated, the four of us slowly walked towards the bar... drinks started to flow and strangely enough gaiety returned... Our motto was this, ‘if you can’t beat em join em ‘ We started putting in musical requests... toe tapping notes zapped out, geeing up the older generation. We introduced ourselves. We encouraged everyone to dance... basically; we silently decided come what may, we were going to have a great time and that meant including everyone and not taking, no for an answer.

I’m happy to report, the new people took to us like ducks to water...

This was also the evening we met our 5^th Angel, Selina. What a lovely lady... Selina turned out to be a breath of fresh air, warm, kind, and gracious... instantly becoming one of the girls. She also introduced us to other inmates. Throughout the week Selina regularly joined us on the sun terraces, in our spa treatments, she blended in well, just like a sister. Selina turned out to be an interesting person who had a top job, where her brains were the public’s priority. She kept the four of us entertained for hours on grisly as well as funny stories all of which she’d experienced within her job. I also felt something deeper with our 5^th Angel, I connected on another level. I recall even advising her that she and I had unfinished business... I sensed a need within Selina, a fire was burning and I instinctively felt she was looking for something more out of life... I wasn’t totally sure and I don’t know why I felt this so strongly, but, I had the distinct impression I might somehow be the key... Our friendship deepened with our 5^th Angel and along with everyone else I quickly realised Selina was a real, fun person who also happened to share my passion for dancing.

I know your reading this lovely lady... Our paths crossed but for a short time and I along with the others knew that, parting would be sad. How right we were, we miss you lots and lots...

Towards the end of Sunday evening in the bright lights of the cocktail bar, we danced our asses off; we all laughed enjoying the moment... Unbeknown to my friends, I stepped back to look around and I blissfully realised, the fun was extremely contagious and for some inexplicable reason, I felt being there within that moment with friends and strangers in the then, here and now it was truly meant to be... As we prepared to leave the bar, I saw, felt and heard happy people, smile genuine smiles and I clearly sensed with my own being, genuine shouts of goodnight with cheery waves, see you in the morning.

Contentedly, we went to our rooms knowing, tomorrow would be another day...

The 2010 Maltese chronicles...

As most of you may already know, generally a ‘chronicle’ is an account of facts and events arranged in chronological order as for instance in let’s say a timeline, the purpose being to record events that occurred as seen from the perspective of the chronicler.

I decided to do it this way to record a recent holiday in Malta but, I also want to advise that this will be a chronicle with a difference... It’s going to be based on fact, fiction and fantasy... names will be changed, situations disguised. I would also like to introduce my girlfriends and myself in the same light as ‘sex in the city’ characters. It’s going to be about a much needed holiday for four females and will be based around their experiences and the people they meet and believe me there were many wonderful, colourful, characters who will remain truly embedded in our memories forever... Plus, there were a few characters that were not so colourful; nevertheless, they played an equally important part in the developing story.

For these chronicles my name will be Carrie Bradshaw (the writer) and as some of you may already know the famous (Jessica Parker) who plays the all American version. I decided it would be really cool to present the Northern version of Carrie Bradshaw. I’m hoping I’ll be able to bring these fantastic characters to life with a little twist of northern, lemony distinction. It will also be done in a timeline sequence, with the day & date preceding the event, be it... fact, fiction or a fantasy tale within the event and its narration...

I sincerely hope you find it interesting, maybe even funny. It dawned on me after some reflection the four of us appeared to emit a real honest to goodness, feel good chemical that attracted lots of wonderful individuals. I also personally became conscious that during our week in Malta, we experienced lots of laughter and warmth. I discovered this persistent power brought complete strangers into our lives that, sincerely looked forward to, even seeking out our company. Let’s start at the beginning shall we?

First allow me to introduce our fictional selves...

Carrie Bradshaw: Just like Carrie’s character I always believed I would find love. I too possess the deepest desire to write and in doing so my hopeful aspiration is that I will help people with words and experiences, showing them clearly that anything is possible if you really want it, ‘Yes’ even Love! Like Carrie, I also have my own Mr. Big but I think that’s where the similarity ends... I believe Carrie is a beautiful character with an amazing eye for fashion however; we do share a love of shoes.

Miranda Hobbes: is beautiful, smart, self assured and totally independent lady. She doesn’t realise her true worth and just like my own real life friend... who is very much like Miranda’s character in that, she’s desperately struggled with her love life and the insane laid back approach to life her partner constantly displays, causing in her an inner discomfort that’s proved hard for her to come to terms with. But as I always say to her... it’s a work in progress.

Samantha Jones: Is gorgeous, gorgeous and sexily gorgeous. Boy does she know it... Samantha’s experienced success in everything she does. She knows where she’s going and she has a fantastic grip on what she wants out of life and love. She radiates confidence, always getting what she wants, especially any man she sets her sights on. I’ve often told her, she exudes a sensuality that if bottled, would indeed make her a multi-millionaire.

Charlotte York: Last but most definitely not least is our striking Charlotte, the sweetest, gentlest female I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. Always ready to lend a hand and always willingly one step ahead with her thoughts. A true lady born with breeding, who holds a wonderful sense of optimism that thankfully enables her to single handily holds her friends together in times of trouble. Her outlook on love, life and romance is refreshingly bright and hopeful.

Saturday 27^th November 2010... Hip, Hip We’re On Our Way!

Oh my goodness, the excitement to be going away on a much needed holiday... I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling waves of pleasure surging throughout the whole of their being. I was going away with three close girlfriends who’d talked about nothing else for the past 6months.

I was designated driver... After collecting my precious cargo along with squeals and hoots of the shrillest laughter; we travelled to Manchester airport’s car park where I deposited my vehicle to collect on our unthought-of of return.

In the airport we were first in the queue... I in particularly was dreading the ‘weigh in’ due to my over generous packing skills... We laughed and laughed about the heaviness of my suitcase and yes, my suitcase was over the recommended weight allowance but, because Miranda’s was underweight we sailed through. Once ‘booked-in’ we headed to ‘Frankie and Benny’s’ where we ate greedily, drank thirstily and became rather merry. We each talked about personal expectations for the coming week... it wasn’t long before we attracted the attention of a very handsome man who was sat just outside of my view... He spoke to Samantha, who in turn teased him with a familiar twinkle in her eye. I smiled realising affectionately Samantha was practising her wiles on him... We all discovered this is something she would do for the remainder of the journey.... all in good fun of course!

Just before we boarded our plane we all somehow managed to set off the metal detector... so whilst we were being body scanned, we tried very hard to behave appropriately... which of course, was a complete and utter waste of time!

The flight was good. It was spent listening to a snoring Samantha... a dozing Miranda, and a snoozing Charlotte. Me? I just happened to be sat next to an elderly gentleman who interestingly enough, talked my socks off!!!

One thing's for sure, even though I’m absolutely bloody freezing, it’s great to be home...Why? because; I love and have missed my family and friends... Further chronicles to appear as and when... It's my opinion that this fact, fiction and fantastical journey will certainly be worth following... So stay tuned because, I’m hoping you’ll all feel the same.

Kisses from Angel & friends :)

My Nirvana...

I write this particular piece, not because I need closure or even peace of mind... I happen to be deeply thankful that I've been fortunate enough to have located both! In looking up the word Nirvana, I immediately understood Buddha’s explanations of this beautiful serene word...It's description is as follows. NIRVANA... a perfect peace of a state of mind, that is free from craving, anger and other afflicting states. It is also the "end of the world" there is no identity left, no boundaries for the mind. The subject is at peace with the world and has compassion for all... The highest happiness. I read this and I knew back then the moment I was taken into care, I'd reached my own spiritual Nirvana; eventually I came to understand the chaotic world as I knew it was at long last over... I was in a new world, a world where there was peace, love, respect and understanding... The thing I didn't understand was this... as a child I clearly knew I wanted to receive and give all of the above qualities, but, I’d never experienced them, so how could I possibly know/recognise that these are the things I wanted most in all the world?

(Present time) From beyond my own understanding, I sense a need from somewhere outside of myself. A need that feels desperate to the point of becoming distressed enough to put heartfelt words into ink. Please don’t ask me how I know, I just know that these particular thoughts may touch someone out there, someone who’s looking for their own inner peace and comfort around what they’ve experienced or are presently going through...

My heart wants to reach out and say, let me hold your hand gently whilst you read my thoughts, for I know what you are going through and you are not alone...

I’m delighted I can recall this memory without dissolving into tears or feeling overwhelmed by immense sadness. What I will say is right now, this particular memory will remain crystal clear until I am no more... Just for the record, I did bury this scary recollection for the longest time. When it did re-surface it filled me with the darkest terror and to this day I still have nightmares. So, here’s what followed when I experienced being sucked out of one world into another – Even at the age of eight, I somehow realised, I’d been transformed as if by magic into a princess. As you read further my friend, you’ll understand the reasons why my young mind came to this happy conclusion, and how it miraculously saved my life...

It all begins with being abused, abused, abused... as well as being left home alone on a regular basis by a mother who didn’t appear to posses any maternal instinct. The world I was whisked away from the first time... (It happened twice) was filled with a coldness, grey and black, no colour it was heartbreakingly dismal. There was no warmth only anger and chaos... when a hand touched you it hurt. When I was addressed It was in vengeful anger and disgust. When eyes looked at me, all I saw was hate. I was beaten, battered and discarded at whim. I was forced to take care of siblings and very often we all went without food. Hygiene was non-existent, as were a lack of clothes & shoes. My parents didn’t like one another and their relationship was fiery often leading to domestic violence which was horrendous, leaving me screaming and crying then running to the local police box for help.

Eventually my dad left, which regrettably meant we were then at the mercy of a mother who was not only unstable, she was also well known for being selfish and immature. Frighteningly her new-found freedom brought further dangers for us. She got a job as a bar-maid and began bringing random strangers home, which eventually brought problems for me. I remember wanting to disappear off the face of the earth and I eventually recognised this would be the time I’d hide behind my hands, believing unbelievably, I was invisible.

I witnessed far too much for my young age. I continually felt thoroughly miserable.

After you read some of the above, you would be forgiven for thinking 'Oh my god, how awful'... and you’d be right... it was, but, at this stage remember; it’s what we were use to. We had no comparisons. This was our life as we knew it...

Like I said previously, we were taken into care twice... On this occasion, I’m only going to talk about the first time.

We were home alone. I’d had my orders and as usual they were screamed at me...

“Do not let anyone in and don’t open the *Bleep Bleep*door for any *Bleep* reason”

Not a problem... I wouldn’t have anyway, there were certain aspects to being a frightened child that just made you wary.

When the first knock came it was dark. Frightened I moved upstairs. The children were asleep in bed, so I got in with them. Then a loud persistent hammering started, someone shouted. I crept down because I didn’t know what else to do. Cowering, I got to the front room; there were only two rooms. A big policeman was at the window looking in. He shouted then lowered his voice, explaining it was ok to open the door... I wasn’t having any of it; I was now petrified and burst into a run back up to my siblings, who were now crying from all the noise. Running past the kitchen window I saw other policemen out in the backyard. At the top of the steep staircase, I heard glass smash and footsteps running after me.

“There’s nothing to worry about children” he said standing in the small door-frame.

A police woman appeared... I was taken downstairs. They asked questions, but all I did was cry. I was in big trouble. There were so many people in the small front room. A big man appeared with kind blue eyes, red hair and a red beard. He told me he was going to examine the children and me because he was a Doctor and he was concerned. Looking between the adults all I saw were nodding heads. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness. What the Doctor wanted from me were the children’s names as they were brought to him, so they wouldn’t be frightened. He asked me if I’d do that, I reluctantly nodded.

After each child was examined they were mysteriously whisked out through the front door. The word ‘neglect’ lay across the lips of present adults. I recall telling the nice Dr. I was ok and I’d wait for my mother, he said that wouldn’t be possible as he needed me to be with my brothers and sister. He also informed me the police had gone to get my mum, just so she’d know what was going on and where we were going... Without any warning I was lifted by the big police officer who’d been looking through the window earlier... I screamed and started fighting him, I knocked his helmet off, he dropped me. I knew I was a strong little girl and as I landed at his feet the front door flew open, in ran my mum... she screamed loudly, which only frightening me further.

“Bring back my children” she demanded her eyes wild. Her hand landed on me pulling me in close.

A few minutes was spent between the talking adults. The shouting escalated and she let go of me running into the kitchen. Abandoned again, I shot after her. The police were already in the back, they grabbed hold of her as she retrieved a big knife.

Holding it up high she pointed it downwards at herself.

“I want my children back” she screamed again falling to the floor... then she tried to stab herself... I screamed at the scene and truly felt the deepest disabling pain... I threw myself at her knowing I would never, ever be the same again. The police officers had hold of her. Thankfully they removed the knife; they made sure she was safe.

This time the Dr shouted, hissing hard for her to remember, I was still here.

He ordered the big police officer to remove me.

I remember screaming to my mum as I was forcefully removed

 
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep them out, I’m sorry”

In my own tiny tortured mind I just knew it was my fault, it was the whole of my entire fault.

To be continued...

Don’t be afraid to be the best that you can be.

If you know someone and they don’t see... Show them!

If you know someone and they don’t listen... Move closer!

If you know someone and they can’t feel because maybe, they’ve been to hell and back... Help them!

What I’m talking about here doesn’t cost money, it’s not expensive and you don’t have to travel to the other side of the globe to access it... All it requires is a slice of your time and a little patience mixed with warm empathy... You know in your heart you have the gift to make someone else’s day... sharing a little of yourself will have a positive impact and this is always done without the need for recognition.

If you’ve got good character, this usually follows you’ve lived a life that’s been full of experiences... some good, some bad, some indifferent. It’s through life’s journey that you’ll have collected very special gifts... but listen, there not yours to keep, No; you have to share them... Why? Because I’ve had special inside information, information that clearly states, you being genuine and sharing will definitely make our world a much better place...

Unfortunately during my own journey I’ve sadly discovered many people grow without developing, and it’s up to us to help them.

I agree there are some people incapable of change but I refuse to believe all people are like this... I have thankfully lived to experience change within myself as well as others and I swear if I could bottle the experience that would enable others to benefit... I would!

If you’re really listening... you’ll understand the message I willingly share... I wish you love, luck and remember, being a good role model with capacity to change is better than good...

So close your eyes, hold out your hand together I know we can do this! :)

‘Make it Memorable'

This week I’m supposed to be concentrating on getting my act together...

My third attempt at trying to be methodical. Writing important lists and adhering to them, calculating my time... checking my space and chilling while I accomplish great feats. Then what happened? Well... I promise I was very good at first, concentrating on my research..... ticking important tasks off one by one, when I opened an email. It was from one of my favourite websites ‘Glimmer train’ It was so interesting to hear and see the latest news and views with articles that always manage to intrigue me when I clicked on a name ‘Lee Martin’ Deepening Character. Initially I smiled because in my haste I thought it read Lee Marvin.... Lee Martin is professor of English & Director of creative writing at Ohio University. Mr Martin is also an author and was a finalist in the 2006 Pulitzer Prize in fiction.

What an interesting piece. I believe I've read it just at the right time. Being sidetracked from my own research I discovered in his article a profound sentence which made so much sense to me... but until I’d read it, I realised I'd not given much thought to his advice... Many years ago he was advised to remember to make his writing memorable. Getting to grips with his article, I realised in a light bulb moment just like him I always want to rush things (In the literary sense) I go full steam ahead, hurrying. I’m always eager to make things happen the quicker the better. I realised I too was always on the lookout for an odd/strange/weird plot giving little thought to my characters motivation. In his article Lee emphasises, write something that won’t get out of your readers head....something memorable!

I don’t suppose Lee Martin will ever read this commentary, but happily it reiterates to me what I learn on a daily basis and that is... I will never tire of realising that I’ll never know who’ll read my work and I suppose for the most part I’ll never know it's affect, if any!

Today I’ve miraculously found that lost enthusiasm which has definitely brought back my motivation. Maybe just maybe that best seller is on the tip of my tongue; all I need to do now is concentrate more on my characters, allowing them to flourish, thrive and prosper or maybe not....depending of course on the conspiracy as well as on the plots...

So much to learn....so much to see... so much to share and so much to accomplish! Yeahhhhhhhh I really do need silence if I'm to save this world..... :) xxx

Self-Esteem....

My goal with this article is to stoke up your self-esteem...

On this wonderful journey through life I have noticed even the most outwardly confident people, can and do suffer from low self-esteem. We all know self-esteem can improve with age. The most important thing to improving self-esteem is to accept yourself for who you are, for me that's been the longest journey.....

I know from my own personal experience also talking with other people that we all feel at times, other people around us have more self-confidence then we do. As a teenager I had my own insecurities, eventually I developed a surefire way of making friends. I learned very early on it was important to be real and genuine making sure they knew I was sincere and loyal.

I already possessed these qualities, so once I realised I had a hunger or need even instinctual urge to be accepted and admired I very quickly realised its all part of the human condition to be loved, needed, wanted and accepted. At one time I use to feel like a drug addict and to this day I still get an instant high when someone compliments me. I have learned to accept this is part of my own personality trait.

I use to judge the world about what people said and not about what they do. We all get older and with that some of us get wiser. The one thing I know is this, I have learnt from reading, observing and experience 'if you seek the approval of your friends, boyfriend, teachers, peers & bosses at all costs then you effectively no longer exist you become a mirror of how they see you.

Self-esteem I feel largely consists of being loved-accepted and valued by others and by ones self. Low self-esteem however, leaves us with a consistent feeling of 'we're not worthy of our friends or partners and if this were to continue, it could make you feel uninteresting, having a negative impact on relationships as we would then continue to become much more needy and passive.

DO YOU HAVE LOW SELF-ESTEEM?

In researching... I came across this reference to the above..... If you agree with the following statements you need to work on improving your self image and confidence levels.

1. I'm my own worst critic.

2. I often feel I need to please others more than myself.

3. More often then not, I don't say what I think because I'm anxious of what others might think of me.

4. I would probably describe myself as a 'perfectionist'

5. How I feel about myself is how others treat me.

6. I usually go along with my partners and other peoples wishes.

I don't wish to harp on about associated personality traits, such as fear or failure disapproval and of making mistakes... lets leave that to the experts and whether you want to delve that bit deeper into the issues surrounding low-self-esteem.

IMPROVE YOUR SELF-ESTEEM.

I found not only does the quest for approval distract us from engaging in experiences that could genuinely raise our self-esteem levels by giving us that sense of achievement, the indecision we often feel is really our fear of failure.

I read somewhere that T.V. Hypnotist Paul McKenna's simple solution which by the way I like ... Is "Self-Confidence is at the core of self-esteem" In the long term borrowing your confidence - your good feelings from somewhere else prevents you developing inner resources. We all want to be appreciated, we must therefore learn to stop relying on the external factors, learning instead to develop behaviour that encourages others to value your behaviour, valuing yourself and appreciating your own qualities....

Its sad when someone has Low self esteem... a lot is learned as a child and how one is brought up and valued by parents, carers this certainly has an incredible impact on us. In my own role at work I cant empathise enough the importance of praise, praise and more praise...as well as encouragement and lashing of unconditional love.... I also feel despite how we are brought up, its never to late to feel that special warm inner glow knowing we are wanted, needed and importantly loved.