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Daisy’s Bold chat Dec

Over to Daisy for the latest Forrester shenanigans (thank you):

What can I say? Shame on all of you Forresters.
Brooke, kick that grasping Rasper to the curb. He’s just an old lech. Truth be told he would suck onto any lips. Brooke needs to go back to sleeping with her juniors, perhaps Thomas. Now there’s an idea. She could put a spoke in his wheel with Hope and he could put a spoke in her wheel with Rasper. Why not? They are all sick or anyway.
Quinn, kick that barnacle, gold-digging friend, $hauna to the curb. She is eyeballing your mansion and wants what you have. Always beware in that situation that you could wake up to Eric and $hauna having accidentally switched bathrobes. She told Floppy Flo to shut up about the kidnapping because of m💰ney. She has “had her share of men”, but never struck gold, although in reality, she would have gone after $torm with a paternity $uit. Quinn needs to stop being boring. I don’t see her as a girly girl who would let her friend cut her grass, or even sit on it. I said, “sit”.
Eric, kick that leech $Shauna out. Before she starts stealing the silver.
Hopeless, stop walking around town in your dressing gown. Stop fantasizing over Douglas. It’s weird when you are ignoring your own baby. Kick Roach to the curb. Keep Liam…if you can, with baby Momma Steffy waiting to pounce.
Sally, kick Flubber to the curb. Too many reasons why but foremost; he is a whinger who needs to go back to having sex with his Mommy.
Liam, get a job cooking quiche and selling it from a van. No one believes you can run a company. In fact none of them could.
Steffy, kick Rasper and Thomas to the curb. Rasper, for expecting you to forgive the Roach and for agreeing to Roach’s idea of a fashion showdown. (What dickhead dad agrees to pitting his kids against each other? Oh wait. Eric did). Thomas because he tried to cover up the kidnapping.

Katy, kick Bill to the curb. Drop him before he drops you. As soon as he discovers Brooke is free, he’ll be showered and lathered in Brut, and over to her place. Only she is already cuddled up with Eric. Quinn! Forget the Barnacle and pay attention to your own love life.
These are the dumbest bunch of high flying tycoons in LA.
Thomas is a virus. Rasper is a lech. Brooke is a reformed husband stealer (yeah right). Flubber is a sookie.

Oh wait. I am just watching tonight’s episode and Hope grew a pair, if not a brain, and flounced off in her blue floral dressing gown, telling Thomas she would rather eat a bowl of maggots than work with him. Liam barges in to save the day in his little super hero cape, minus the leggings. I hope that Hopeless for the future doesn’t include a line of daywear brunch coats. Or doooo I.
-Daisy



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Daisy’s Bold and the Beautiful Oct chat

A welcome back to Daisy and thanks for returning to Bold correspondent duties.

Hi B&Bers. Time to start a new thread.
I am just watching Mopey Flo, who continues to feel “offal” (now that she has been exposed as a kidnapper of the worst kind), and her tarty (void of all morals or shame) mother dig themselves deeper and deeper in the mire of despicable behaviour. Flo feels offal, yet continues to plea her case wherever she goes, in the hope that she will have no consequences for her behaviour. Mother and daughter both want to try and salvage the high life of LA, free-loading off the Forresters, and they aren’t afraid to do whatever it takes to be able to live under the Logan banner.

Katy earned her keep for once, calling Mopey Flo out on her pathetic attempt at showing remorse. She ripped into her and didn’t let her off the hook when she gave her appeal to be allowed to remain on the Logan Gravy Train. Katy told her the only train she should be on is the one out of LA. Go Katy.

Katy gives Flo what for.

Shauna the Sheep is thrilled that she has been able to get her foot in the door, like a JW who’s been allowed in for a cuppa. She sees her night with Ridge as a massive score, that will lead to bigger things, and the crack in Ridge and Brooke’s wedding deepens. Will Ridge try to keep his guilty secret? Or will he own up to allowing the woman involved in stealing her daughter’s baby, fondle his hairy bear body. Shauna has learned some filthy behaviour from her ex…..Charlie Sheen. There has been so much moral bankruptcy from Flo and Shauna, that Thomas wasn’t even required this week. Shauna and Flo are starting to make Thomas look like the Innocent Noddy, merely by the fact that the horror of their actions hasn’t seem to have registered to them.

Brooke rocked this week; standing her ground while Ridge let Flo out of prison, and wanted to bring Thomas the Terrible home, but three strikes, you’re out Ridge. When she learns that Shauna the Sheep locked wrinkly lips (she looked like Barney from the Simpsons) with Ridge, and spent the night nuzzled next to his nuts, she will have reached her limit….and Bill will come a knockin’ right at that point.
This baby stealing plot has left all of the other cast members; Maya, Rick, Quinn, Charlee, Pam out of work. It’s the groundhog that keeps giving.

Ridge has been swimming with the bottom feeders.


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Daisy in Koh Samui

Over to Daisy for a travel/life update: Now that we have met with Son’s lawyer and had good news, (well at least for us), I can write this post to update you on our travels. Just how you expect any lovely, gorgeous trip through Europe to end, we were diverted from our gorgeously divine beachfront apartment in Nice and our sunny beaching at Juan les Pins, where they had soft sand instead of galettes, to our first (and hopefully last ever), Bangkok Hilton adventure.
For those who have followed the trip so far, you will know that in Nice we had a call from the Australian Embassy, to inform us that our eldest son was in Koh Samui prison for theft. I couldn’t bear to continue on our merry way, so we diverted our trip to Koh Samui. In our usual fine form, Arthur booked 4 weeks at the Chaweng Regent. I don’t know how to describe the last two weeks. It’s been a nightmare. We visited the prison every weekday (weekends are closed) and what an ordeal! Pressure from Son, the horrible process of the prison, making a visit as difficult as possible for visitors, and the worry. Aaaah. Then dealing with Woolif and Son butting heads, so I had to be the speaker.
But today the lawyer visited Son and us, and the news was good. The charge was made by a lady Son knew. He was “drunk” (mmm) and took $4 worth of petrol from the front of her place.
Anyhow, the deadline for him to be go to court is the 5th Oct. That is the latest date. Then, according to the lawyer, having served several weeks by then he will be sent to Bangkom and deported. I saw the lawyer by myself (Woolif was taking a day off), and Son had seen him earlier. What a change there was in Son. Calm, polite, for the first time; apologetic. And a few smiles and tears when we talked about family, friends and especially his children.
He told me, “Mum, you can go and have a nice swim and enjoy yourself now”. And as a bonus, he told me, he would sign a letter authorizing us to be allowed to see the kids. That’s a bonus. Maybe 2019 might have a happy ending afterall.


PS. In Koh Samui it’s also pants on backwards, but the bums have all gone south.



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Daisy’s travel update: To Paris

From Daisy: If you have been following, you will know that while travelling Woolif and I have been thrown the biggest curve ball. But according to Woolif we can’t change our air tickets so we are paddling like hell trying to organize from here, everything we can. The greatest challenge is that if we bail him out, he might run and get caught on a drugs charge. Of course he would keep begging us for money, describing is situation as dire, but the money would be used for Ice. So as terrible a choice it is for us to have to make, we can not bail him. He will feel abandoned and think we are monsters. But I would rather him in there for petty theft, than on a drugs charge and I would rather he get no access to Ice.
So that is the backdrop for this leg of the journey. I love Nice and it was going to be me favourite leg, but now all I can do is think of my son in a Thai prison. Thankfully I was able to find a woman on Koh Samui who will visit him and pass messages and deposit money in his prison account until we arrive. That will be another set of challenges.

So there is a curtain of grief and worry over everything we see and do now. Eating just makes me think of his prison food. But I will still try and give you a glimpse into the rest of the journey.

As I said, I love Nice. It is so rich in things to see. It’s a beach holiday, and weather you are sitting on galettes or beautiful sand in nearby Juan les Pins, the water is lovely and there is so much to see. It doesn’t matter how old you are, you can wear whatever you like. Old ladies don’t shrivel up and disappear, they shrivel up and thrive. They seem to express themselves through their glamour and boldness. Beaches are very social places for the locals and regular summer holiday makers.

But it’s not just the beaches that are an attraction. Off the beach, you can stroll the Boulevarde des Anglais (beachfront), go shopping anywhere along the the many interesting streets, or visit the really extensive old town. There are plenty of restaurants and cafés where you can eat the fast food; pasta, pizza and salad, or you can do so googling and find much better restaurants where you can enjoy a better meal for a similar price. We found the Citrus in the old town.

The Boulevarde des Anglaise.

Along the beachfront at night.

There is a downside too: the homeless, alcoholics and addicts begging for money as they sit on the side of the footpath, each in their own position. And getting woken at night by drunks fighting outside your apartment and smashing in car windows. That’s what happened last night. I got up and was peeping like Gladys Kravitz. Image

I will finish with some nice images of Nice. After here we go to Salat les Canéda. Don’t think us harsh for not going straight back. We are trying to save our son’s life and I feel trapped not being able to do so. I am worrying every moment of every day.



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Daisy does France (again)

(Over to TTV foreign correspondent Daisy, who continues her European travels)
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No not nice….Nice. We stayed here before and a week went tutu fast, so this time we have 2 weeks. I am happy to be heading back to France, but can highly recommend Santa Margarita. Portovenere and the Cinqua Terra less so. They were jam packed with tourists. Where we stayed in Grazie was a good choice for accomodation because it was quieter, but quieter means less choice of cafés and restaurants. And finding a good beach wasn’t easy. Santa Margarita was easily my favourite. You are holidaying with Italians rather than international tour groups. The buildings are vibrant, but still in the Italian ochre colour tones. The beach was spacious, and you can easily visit, the more expensive Portofino by ferry or bus from there. Let’s keep Santa Margarita our little secret.
But now onto Nice. We had trouble finding accomodation here so we had to raise our budget. So we are heading to what is supposed to be a lovely 2 bedroom apartment right on the Boulevarde d’Anglais. It won’t take long to drive there. About 3 hours, with my music playing. Tunnel after tunnel, toward the Italian/French border.
Yes, difficult news from home has affected our trip, but we soldier on.
– Daisy

View from the apartment.



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Daisy does Italia

Hi guys, we made it through to Italy on the car ferry. I give Woolif and Miss Monerpenny (the lady on the gps) the credit for some pretty tricky navigation, but getting a car on and off a ferry in Croatia/Italy kind of takes the cake for me. Or is the “takes the biscotti” now, because I am no longer seeing cakes. They have been replaced with popular little balls of semi baked biscuit dough.
Day 1. We drove from the ferry drop off in Ancona, to Florence. And speaking of drop off, I dropped off myself between Ancona and Bologne. But I still was awake enough to see that the Northern Italian countryside is very beautiful, and not too unlike Austria.

Out apartment in Florence is pretty amazing, but we haven’t had time to settle in to it yet. It’s in Florence, so it was bound to be old.


Anyhow. Now we sit, relaxing in an inexpensive, lively little diner in Florence, fed and watered and ready to explore the old town.



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Daisy does Dubrovnik (and Split)

Daisy’s off again … Here she is:

We arrived in Dubrovnik yesterday after a nice drive down the coast. The funny thing was, we hadn’t realized that we would be driving through yet another country. There is a small strip of land cutting through to the coast that is part of Bosnia. So there you go; the list of countries grows. But there was no lengthy border checks holding up traffic in or out of Bosnia.
If Paris is the land of patisseries, and Prague, the land of amazing copper topped buildings, Dubrovnik is the land of ancient terracotta roofed buildings and stone steps. Stone steps everywhere. And orange rooftops. I think in a day you might easily walk 10 kms of steps. I don’t mind. It’s good exercise. Although not so great for the poor old dear who I saw take a tumble today. That must happen a lot.
If you had asked me yesterday, what I thought of Dubrovnik, I might have answered, “I prefer Zadar”. That would not have been because we walked about 500 steps in the first 1/2 hour of our arrival, or because we had to haul our luggage up about 55 stone steps, but because it is sooooo crowded. Man it is packed. But today, we found quieter streets exist away from the millions of posers and snappers. Everyone, including us, needs those pics and selfies.
I had been desperate to jump into the sea after all this time inland and dry. I finally got to do that this morning. The Adriatic Sea is known for being cold, but I would say, no colder than any Aussie beach that I have swum in. It was fine once you were in. It was Banje beach we went to, and a pretty scrappy beach area but sort of sandy. Tomorrow we are going to one where it’s concrete and stones.
Then Thursday we have booked ourselves in for some island hopping on a boat. Let’s see what that brings.
I forgot to mention, the climb up all those stairs with our luggage….was worth it. The apartment is more lovely, more like a house. It has great views, its own private garden, two big bedrooms with king beds, a good size living area, kitchen and good size bathroom. Very big entry…with another dozen or so steps.
I’d also like to add my thanks to ttvers who have been readings my posts and especially to those who have sent replies and messages. Thanks, Juz, Bobi, Sara, Von, Oswede, Smythe, Dave and Windsong for keeping the ttv lifeline. And anyone else out there. I hope I haven’t forgotten anyone. Special thanks to my B&B friends for keeping the torch burning brightly.

Again if anyone wants to see more pics of desserts or videos, you can check out my fb. Cheers from a full tummy traveller,
Daisy

Street view from Daisy’s place.

A million steps and counting. I will have mountain goat legs.

Just let me get into that sea.



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Daisy’s Czeching in

Tomorrow we leave Strasbourg and head to Regensburg. It will be our one night stopover on our way to Prague. I look forward to seeing if the accomodation is good. So far we have been happy, except that the apartment in Le Marais had too much crap in it.
Anyhow, not wanting to leave us with no memorable impression of Strassbourg, one lady gave us this…..

Woolif

Woolif should not have ordered the rump.
We have enjoyed Strasbourg.

Summer



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