My dear blogmates, I've been thinking of you baking all day and I think you should all come to my place for a pool party. My pilot will pick you up and take you home. You'll be in no condition to drive or fly yourself.
I've had the pool room cleaned and set up for afternoon tea, dinner and a little supper.
Don't bring a thing. I've got the swim togs all sorted for our sizes, shapes and whatever.
And of course, our Andrew, you know how he likes to put on a show. Memo to self, make sure he leaves the real and expensive ruby behind when he leaves.
Oh, darlings, Pink Champagne is sooo last century. We're having Blanc de Bleu, to match the pool of course.
And there'll be ice-cream. I've had the $1,000.00 Golden Sundaes flown in from Manhatten.
And there'll be cakes. They have to be petite cakes, after a few glasses of Blanc de Bleu, you elegant lot always have trouble feeding your faces.
Get ready, there'll be a knock on the door any moment now.
Oh, gosh, we'll have fun.