Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 23 June 2019
The lovely thing about Sydney, well there are many but this is also one of them, is that even when it is overcast it can be very pretty.
So I had a date last week during the week, at Mosman, bit of an event because I don’t go over the Bridge so much these days. Afterward I dropped down from the steep ridge that Military Roads follows, to the pretty harbour beach, Balmoral (surf beach for the under three’s). I had a nostalgic and quality fish and chips from the Bottom of the Harbour fish and chip shop, which I think has been there about 20 years, loyally taking cash only and reminding some of us of scandalous tax avoidance schemes from the days of when…
It was an overcast day. A steady number of citizens walked their dogs along the foreshore. I have always rather liked the somewhat art deco style of the foreshore walkway, complemented by the little bridge across the isthmus which you can just see at the end of the beach here. I took some afternoon snaps.
Bottom of the Harbour – tax schemes from the past
MG xx Sydney escort who does both sides of the Bridge
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 13 May 2018
I actually wanted to make a post relating to the beach but it is such bad weather it doesn’t seem right. So instead I am providing a short update on my balcony farming.
A while ago I posted a photo of the gift I had been given of a special bag to grow potatoes in, and then I did an update showing the potatoes I was about to plant. Well weeks have passed and I did not look at my planted crop or water them or anything. Then this, during the week, voila:
All pretty impressive for zero mother’s love. I have now watered the orphans and as soon as I can I will put in some more dirt (which is what you are supposed to do steadily as they grow up in the bag).
So, it’s a short post from me this week and never the same without more black lingerie. This one is a selfie that was out of focus but you get the general idea all the same lol.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 7 April 2018
We have progress in domestic affairs this week including potato farming and furniture restoration.
The potatoes some of you might remember from their first appearance way back on 14 January in Post #69. I had been given a potato growing bag and put out some of my favourite potatoes so that they would strike shoots from their eyes (which they always do in the cupboard left long enough). Well it took three months for them to strike decent shoots. Although at first I thought perhaps this type just doesn’t shoot so easily, on refkection it must have been because I left them outside when they would have done a lot better in a dark cupboard. They are btw, Dutch cream (very tasty).
This was the original shot:
These are the update shots of the potatoes and the potatoes cut up in their potato sack ready to grow:
These may or may not grow, we will see.
The furniture is a new undertaking but long overdue. I have a “before” shot and a “mid way through” shot, having spend a very tedious amount of time sanding back the varnish. I actually have two of these chairs but will take things one at a time.
Further instalments will be made as things develop and you can approve the restoration (or not approve! as the case may be).
Your glamorous aunt MG xx
home improvements impresario
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 17 March 2018
I had the fastest drive home from Canberra than I’ve had in ages. This notwithstanding there was a lot of road work – for which we all slowed down. But as I regularly let myself travel just above the speed limit, alas I am thinking this may be the reason for my fast trip even with roadwork and I am none too proud of it really.
It was a good stay and I collected visuals of another interesting piece of sculpture on an early evening walk near the hotel. On reflection I could have done a better photo:
Here’s a better shot from the local Sculpture Walk Guide which I found on the net, together with a spiel about the scuplture’s name and significance, and its’ creator, all of which is quite appealing:
Being a bit frisky one Canberra morning I took an unsual selfie – the underboob and pyjamas shot, here to amuse 🙂 in the usual way:
I can also say in recent news, I learnt how to make Steak Diane, thanks to an entrprising visitor at home, and that was all very good indeed.
Your glamorous aunt, MG xx
reporting on some of this week’s adventures.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Thursday 25 May 2017
I have been focused on various adventures this week and I did not make time to shop for the usual provisions. So the night before last, together with the intrepid team working here on the current project, we dropped down out of the highrise tower to have some Italian food for dinner at a little place on Victoria Street. Usually I would go to my favourite Japanese dumplings place on Bayswater Road, but not this time for a change. It was a lovely evening to eat outside, a tiny place with one attentive Italian waiter ( who was even more than usually Italian :-)). Everything is made on site: the pasta, the bread, the tiramisu.
I was pretty tired on the way down when I made it to the lift, but I wasn’t so so tired I couldn’t manage a flash 🙂 (a bit of Helen Mirren there with my leather jacket – though she wears her leather jacket over ball gowns and such :-)):
MG with the Helen Mirren look for a flash in the lift
After dinner we all came back up and snuggled down to watch from the beginning the Netflix series Sense8, starting over with the first series. The second series has just been released, so good to be reminded where we are up to in the drama and how we got there, before we start the new second series.
This is probably a good moment to confess: I have never owned a television. I cannot stand television on the whole. Some exceptions. I eased myself into Netflix and itunes a few years ago. And even though I still don’t watch often (every few weeks? or once a month?), I enjoy a lot more film and television than I ever have. I have even seen Star Wars! The only other person I know who had the “no Star Wars” status was a girlfriend I worked with, from Paris. In her case though, I think it was a matter of national cultural pride :-). For me perhaps I was also being a snob about it. The Star Wars machine was so commercial, so much mass marketing and merchandising, it just didn’t sound like me, or my kind of thing.
But I do love good action film: swords and explosions 🙂 spies, high crime, suspense.
I also lovey arty clever films, and overt the top camp films.
And I love fine actors and actresses.
I also like really smart erotica.
For goodness sake Sense8 has all of these things!
Sense8 is created by the brilliant creators of The Matrix. The Wachowskis.
One of my f_a_v_o_u_r_i_t_e scenes in Sense8 series 1, is this one, involving among other things, the rocket launcher.
The scene includes the two characters I warm to the most: the handsome young German gangster Wolfgang, torn up by the burdens of his father’s criminal past, and the equally handsome star of Mexican daytime soap, Lito, who is in part wise, high camp and skilled at working human nature. Both are in the circle of the mysterious Sense8 – they can sense each other’s being across time and space, and slip across into each other’s bodies and the critical moments of each other’s lives. Lito in Mexico City, has somehow become “present” in an intense brutal drama that Wolfgang is suffering in Berlin.
Here is the youtube full clip.
It was all Netflix and warmth 🙂 over here. All highly recommended.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 6 May 2017
I went up to Oxford Street at lunch time today to see a good friend from the country who was down in Sydney for work. It was another glorious day. I wish I had worn lighter clothing. After work was done we strolled along the walkway shaded by trees and high sandstone walls next to the Art School that now occupies the grounds of the old goal. Then we stopped in at the cafe there which is tucked away inside the walled grounds.
It’s a secret spot. Here’s the side entrance we used to duck in.
Today there was something unusual at the cafe. The shiniest proudest most engaged with humanity crow I have ever seen.
He was actively mining the cafe environment for food and when there was none he got creatively destructive. I mean, it was not enough to trash the miniature cactus pot plant decorating the cafe table by throwing it onto the floor, it also had to be stabbed a good number of times, back and front, with the beak first.
There was a crow commentary carried on throughout. The noise was so varied and expressive. At the end of a gravelly phrase when the bird seemed really put out by the food situation the voice would drop to a gurgling growling sometimes sing song series of notes. This bird must have learnt to speak this way from interacting with a human or human family. What a forceful presence! Completely dominating his environment with noise and movement, constant enquiry and fearless interaction with people.
My country friend observed maybe the crow was the ghost of some former inmate, a guy whose death had never been avenged, who had been knocked off by Roger Rogerson back in the day when Rogerson did time in Darlinghurst Goal. So the crow persists. Unweary cipher.
from the David Attenborough school of natural history, Darlinghurst division
your glamorous aunt MG is signing out for the evening,
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 22 April 2017
There was swimming later in the day but no real sleep beforehand (as I had hoped).
The water was warm the way the sea gets warm in the evening. The white on the waves was luminous.
Must only swim in the evening.
Lovely sunset Northern Beaches view.
And after we had recovered from the waves my girlfriend and I had sangria and tapas outdoors at one of the busy little restaurants on the promenade.
