Aria away away away.....

Another brief entry today as not much has happened.   I am exhausted. I am actually doing this entry mid-air on dads lap flying over some inconspicuous middle-eastern country, so I can’t tell you exactly where I am.   Having dad looking over my shoulder doesn’t exactly excite me either, so I will be brief.   Actually I will let the pictures do the talking for me. But seriously they had me in mind when they designed this aircraft.   It has everything I need when I am flying. You will notice they put me to sleep at the bottom of the foot-rest again.   They will get theirs when they are in a nursing home. Peace out people.

Exhausted. Eleven hour overnight trip in a plane always has it issues even if it is Business Class.   Because dad is too cheap to pay for my own seat I had to bunk with him and mum at different times.   And even though I am rather small, a girl just needs her own space.   At one stage they had me sleeping at the bottom of mum’s footrest (how undignified) so she could watch me while I slept.  I rolled off and fell on the floor.  I was there for about five minutes before mum even realised where I was.  She only noticed after I began screaming at her (crying) to pick me up.  Seriously you would think they would be a little more careful . Where do you find decent help these days.   Anyway long flight, late night and slow start to the day.   We ventured out after lunch to the Dubai Mall.   Fendi, Armani, Gucci all my regular haunts were all there.   Wasn’t in the mood for any real shopping so just cruised the mall stayi...

Well here we are the first day of my three and a bit month tour of Europe and the Caribbean, taking in England, Italy then a quick dash down to the Bahamas. And not a moment too soon might I add.   The stress of my first seventeen months on this planet had been unrelenting.   Hugs, Kisses, be here, be there, crawl, stand, walk…. It has been never ending. This morning was no exception.   Up early with last minute packing.   What have we packed? What haven’t we packed? Plane delayed which meant my pick up was delayed. It goes on and on.   I have to mention though that my entourage and private assistants (mum and dad) made it seamless for me.   I was in fact up at 5.30am showered, fluffed, puffed, pampered dressed in my new dress for the airport and escorted down to the waiting car. All good until we were hounded by the paparazzi, so I stopped for a few shots then off.   Thank goodness there were no lines. Then on to the family paparazzi of aun...