Welcome to my perfumed garden

From the moment we found out, there was no WAY we wern't going to go. But, the whole thing was serendipitous and strange. For a start, NEITHER of us should have been home to read the emails on Tuesday, but because of illness, we both were. Then all the hotels and B&Bs in the area were fully booked - though we knew, we'd just keep looking in an ever increasing radius, and sleep in the car if we had to - but in the end, we found the most wonderful B&B right in the middle of Caerleon. The lady who owned it - Brenda - was full too, but she went through hoops to fit us in with blow up beds and what have you. And as it turned out, the B&B was the huge cherry on our Burgi cake.

It was a gorgeous little place - had a Roman road running right under it, and was sittingwhere the Roman baths would have been (I'll let Ali tell you all about the Roman bit because it totally blew our minds!). Brenda turnes out to be a spiritual healer who works on past lives (you would have LOVED her baby!) She did some crystal work with us over breakfast and cleared our chakras for us and we all sat round and discussed our past lives till we made ourselves late...

I won't go on at length cos I'm really in a rush here and we're going to write up full reports, but when we told her how the golf was going for Richard, she gave us a piece of snow quartz, from Ganulan in North Wales, which she really felt would help (more on this later as it's a lengthy, funny story). Anyway, Richard has the crystal. Whether it's going home with him or not (o: I think it helped him on the day. Not in the way we'd intended - ie, not his golf, which went from bad to worse, but I think it helped him deal in the best possible way. He started the day with everyone asking 'who's he?' and ended it with the entire crowd eating out of his hand and crowding him for autographs. ::G::

But really, everything this weekend just fell ito place beautifully - things that seemed to have gone wrong, turned out to be blessings, and the whole thing was just perfect. It's a horrid and vile shame you couldn't have been with us, babe. really. We missed you! We missed you ALL, in fact - where WAS everybody???
(Not that we're complaining or anything, having had Richie practically all to ourselves and all!)