I'm in serious mode today for a change. I am getting married next month, which at my age is a great surprise to me, and rather a shock for my family, but they are happy for me.
I have some Saudi neighbours who have adopted me as a sort of 'English Mum' and they have introduced me to an old friend of theirs - a widower - who wishes to marry me!
I am somewhat swept off my feet, because he's wealthy and well educated,and very charming as well!
We shall spend time between his business interests in London, and his main home in Dubai. He also has homes in Nice and Rome.
I shall still be with you all regularly, thanks to the internet!
My eldest son is very worried, he's afraid I'll have to convert to Islam, but I don't think Rashid will expect that of me, as he is not very religious himself. We shall have a traditional Saudi wedding as well as a conventional, more low-key English 'do' at Claridges. Imagine little me at Claridges - I've never even set foot inside such a posh place!
I am setting off for London tomorrow to spend enormous amounts (to me, anyway) on my trousseau. Rashid is very generous, and has provided me with a chauffeur and an assistant to help me with my shopping, so I won't have to exert myself. He suffers from arthritis himself and understands about my fibro!
So there you have it, two older people seeking happiness in their declining years! What could be better, other than a good April Fools Day joke, which in case you hadn't spotted it - this is!
I'm still available for any wealthy man, Saudi or not, who should wish to take on a crabby old woman with creaky joints and an attitude problem!
Loves you all anyway!