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It’s In His Kiss

It's In His Kiss  (copyrighted image)

It’s In His Kiss
(copyrighted image)

It’s In His Kiss is here! The real life version is finally, here, in Christchurch,

Sunset in Christchurch.

Sunset in Christchurch.

in my hands.

There have been hiccups with delivery but thanks to the wonderful author, Vickie Lester, I now have not one, but two copies of her book; one for each hand? Does this mean I can unravel the mystery at double speed?

One for each hand

One for each hand

I can’t wait to curl up in bed and finish the last few chapters. I already know many of the plot twists, and turns, and jaw-dropping surprises, thanks to a preview copy via the internet, so this  much I can say:

It’s In His Kiss

is as intriguing as philematology, itself; yes  philematologythe science of kissing, not that other…science….tology ;

It’s In His Kiss

is as puzzling as that age-old question; which came first…Hollywood or the movies?

It’s In His Kiss

is at an Amazon near you;

It’s In His Kiss

may require a whiff of this before the final chapter;

Be prepared for the unexpected

Be prepared for the unexpected

though my Nana’s old-fashioned smelling salts are perhaps not quite strong enough, or Hollywood enough, to manage what is bound to be a very unexpected finale.

Right, I am off to read. Be back soon.

Whilst you are waiting for your copy of It’s In His Kiss to arrive ( 😉 ), here’s a little diversion to be found at Brain Pickings; The First Kiss in Cinema 1896 and

The Art of Kissing by Hugh Morris -1936

And….you thought you knew all there was to know about the contents of a kiss! Didn’t you? 😀

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She’s taking the world by storm…..

The wind changed; the storm roared in, from the deep, antarctic South and, undeterred, like Mary Poppins, she, the Grand Emissary of Sophia Stuart, came; sans umbrella, but rosy-cheeked and just what we were expecting

Only she didn’t land quite as tidily as Mary Poppins, because you can’t without an umbrella, and if you are being delivered by a postman, into a bucket that is posing as a mailbox.

Will this start a new trend?

Will this start a new trend?

Very undignified, especially when the bucket, inverted or not, is being true to form, by behaving as all buckets should during a once in a century  deluge.

Luckily my neighbour saw Sophia’s Emissary floundering; her brown coat, courtesy of Mr Amazon, slowly dragging her down as it soaked up the icy water collected in the depths of the bucket, and he brought her to my door.  She was a pitiful sight; utterly bedraggled. But I helped her out of her coat, gave her a warm hug, a fluffy towel, a cup of tea, and a change of clothes, (and pearls), and she soon revived. Emissaries and world travellers have to be resilient, like that 🙂

A quick chat, and a note dashed off to  teamgloria (*tg*) to let her know that the Envoy of Who-She-is-In-Real-Life had reached her destination, and it was time for the voyager to take to her bed, to recover from jet lag and the general ordeal of arriving on the crest of a storm.

"It's time to rest"

“It’s time to rest” How to Stay Sane in a Crazy World”

Isn’t she lovely?  Nestled next to my welcome sprig of  bay leaves, for sweet dreams and good health.

Sweet dreams and good health

Sweet dreams and good health and victory in all things

Ssshh; softly, softly, we won’t disturb her now, but, maybe, I will come back later when she is fully recovered and we can discuss the dispatches, the  laureate letters, she has brought to me, from Sophia.

What’s that? Someone is not being quiet. You heard a stifled giggle.  Oh dear; it can’t be helped.  It’s *tg*’s fault; for reminding me that being dunked in a bucket has boarding school overtones. We know a lot about boarding school, *tg* and Sophia and I. Sophia has even written a book about it, called  Emerald.  There was no Emerald at my school, (or was there?), but I seem to recall buckets, full of muck, that were used to terrorize the naughty third formers on initiation day, at the end of year. ( Yes, at end of the year, came the dreaded day of Rangi Tangi! ) We all got horribly wet, bucket-dunked or otherwise, and, after the seniors had done their worst, ( which sometimes wasn’t very bad), they got to feast and we got naught. It sounds more ghastly than it was..but I am still very glad we have all grown up to offer the world a kinder experience of life.

How to Stay Sane in a Crazy World

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