I discovered the funniest thing today. As the sun comes out, and as the sunny weather is forecast for a few day in England, the fake tans make their ghastly appearance. I saw seven fake tans today. SEVEN!!!! Okay maybe because I’m from California and the fact that I live in Thailand probably doesn’t help my empathy, but honestly, HELLO, it’s obvious that you have a fake tan!!! Anyhow it’s my new past time on sunny days – spotting the sweet-potato- puree’ tans.

Today, while walking to the park with her Grandmere, Deva bolted into a café because she spotted a little girl wearing the LOVE LUCY strawberry dress. She ran up to the dad and exclaimed, “your little girl is wearing a dress that the tailors made!” The guy must have thought she was loopy. He just said, “so you have your own personal tailor, do you?” Unfortunately my mother-in-law didn’t move in for the big HOPE sell, like I would have done. Kai later reported at the dinner table, that he was so embarrassed because his sister ran up and just started talking to strange people about the tailors. I just thought, wow……I should give her some business cards!

I can’t believe this, but the tea drinkers are now drinking my morning coffee. I kid you not. I’ve been going back for my second cup which I absolutely need to function, and those Brits have turned their backs on the national drink in favor of coffee. They are emptying the pot!! I can’t believe it. However who can resist the smell of a rich, flavorful cup of Joe, especially when so many can’t be bothered but to make anything but that Nescafe’ instant crap. Oh well now I don’t have to feel so guilty with everyone else pouring me cups of tea left right and center. I’m the coffee maker.

I had Greg take a photo of me wearing a “fascinator” in a department store. Are you utterly fascinated? It’s not the coolest of the coolest one, but still—you’ll get the general idea of what these alternatives to wearing traditional hats are. I think everyone should have one.

At breakfast Deva kept interrupting me with these questions: “Are we going to Paris, when are we going to Paris? Huh? Huh?” “Deva, you’re interrupting me.” “Yes but when are we going to Paris?”

Over and over. And over and over. I was thinking, how on earth does she know anything about Paris? I mean the child was clearly excited. I was having rocket-blast-off thoughts that my daughter was an amazingly cultured four-year-old ( simultaneously I was thinking that the plan was for her to stay with her cousins while WE went into Paris) when I finally asked her why she wants to go to Paris so badly.

She looked at me like I was the most idiotic person on the planet.

“Mommy, Ratatouille!!!!!!!!!!!!!,” she grinned.

And there you have it—-My Disney cultured child.