Dear God,
Obviously, I’d like a healthy baby, world peace, an end to world hunger etc. etc. but there’s this little lotto ticket in my hand and there’s this lovely Relais Blu hotel somewhere between Naples and Sorrento who I’m sure would love the opportunity to pour me a post partum Martini with the solitary green olive.
So, I’m just saying, if you have a minute, and you’re not too busy, well, you know yourself, it’s been a long Spring. I’ve been a good enough mother (which is apparently all you ask). I didn’t really make too much of a fuss of the 160-tiles-blown-off-the-roof thing in February and I have tried to keep my complaining about cows calving under the 140 character twitter allowance. But if you can’t, that’s ok, thanks again; you are good to me.
Anne
Girl in Wellies 
Love this post! And I am all about a good martini too. Since there is no mention of a lottery win in your most recent posts I will continue to keep my fingers crossed that a future ticket will hit the jackpot for you.
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Ah, you’re very good. I know, I didn’t win the lotto alas but do have the martini in mind for a future date! Will have to wait awhile though, my little Brosnan has no intention of entering the world just yet. Thought just occurred; readers imagining me with new baby in one hand, cocktail shaker in the other. Ops! 😉
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