from mateus palace

hi everyone, just tried to catchup on the blog from the count´s palace in mateus portugal (you are right, that´s where they make that terribe rose that made me sick all over my o level mths paper) but there was so much i don´t dare take up their office space! anyway just a few words from here where we are playing concerts and travelling every day round hair raising bends with mad drivers on mobile phones seeing forest fires and where i am trying to cope with being on tour with two rather unpleasant french pouty women. one who says everything is p´tit this and p´tit that while she pouts and the other is a diva whose thick lips and bottom protrude poutily but who unfortunately has not learned her cantatas so we spend most of the time waiting for her to find her note. last night in the concert there were loads of bugs (a green one crawled the length of my arm while i was playing my vivaldi sonata) and she stopped singing in the middle to tell them to leave her alone in very insulting bug language. i don´t think i like french women all that much! i miss my kitties and my hubbie and am only home for three days before i go off again. worra life. love to all, ruthxxx