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I have come to realise a couple of things over the last couple of weeks, in no particular order:

People smile at girls with red lips, true story, I don't know why, but it happens, it really brightens one's day and I just love it, thank you MAC for making this possible.

People smile at girls in convertible cars when the top is down, true story, I just love it, sitting at the traffic light irritated that things are moving so slow, and all of a sudden people are just smiling at you, small kids wave and blow you kisses, lovely.

Luka for all her feisty behaviour is in fact a mini me...how the hell did I not see that one coming...

We share similar interests, dresses, SHOES, coffee, salt and vinegar crisps, despised by millions, a true acquired taste.  And show me another two year old that gulps down the mother's entire cup of coffee when mommy is not looking.

And when she gets in the car, she asks me to take the top down and put some lipstick on her.  Go figure, so Luka will be getting smiles from random strangers for years to come, because very soon the lip ice and lip gloss I put on those cute lips will no longer be good enough, she will demand Russian red lips and I promise you she will not drive just any old car, she will drive around my mini cooper convertible, I am saving it for her.  You see my very first car was the worst shade of orange mini cooper, only had three gears and no brakes whatsoever, but I loved that car, and that was the shape of things to come.

Poor Gerhard, one of us was expensive, two of us just might drive him totally mad.  Love you Gerhard, I saw this pair of shoes online...

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