The world of JULIANA

Deja Vu...

Dear Blog, before I go any further, I've to tell 'you' somethin'. I know I haven't been a great blogger to 'you', and that I haven't visited 'you' to write in 'you' in months. My sincere apologies to you, my beloved 'blog'. I can assure you that I haven't been "Cheating on you" by blogging elsewhere ; I swear.

My one and only explanation is that , I 've just had a massively long writers' block and everytime I thought 'bout comin' over to visit 'you', somethin' came up, and I just neva got around to doin' it. Anywayz, I trust that our bond is still as good as gold, and that you're goin' to "Forgive" me for not havin' written in you for awhile, 'coz guess what? Here I am now, today, right now, and that's what matters most, right??? *winks*

A'ight ; enough of communicating with inaminate objects. Back to the real thing. Hello,friends! Yes, it's been months. Yes, i DID suffer frm a severe mental block. Sometimes, you go thru' months and months, floating around like a log in a river. Sometimes, so much happens in life, and yet when you think of blogging 'bout it, you wonder, " is this really worth bloggin' 'bout ? " , or " shld i be writing stuff like that on Friendster" ? ? Finally, that blog-mood must've creept in today, 'coz right now, I'm all geared up to write like I've neva written before. Blog like there's no tomorrow. Woahhhh, that burst of enthusiasm and excitement, just 'coz I haven't come 'ere to blog in such a long time. It's like a kid that gets all cheerful and perky when he walks into a candy-store that he hasn't been to in ages. He wants to go in there and get Daddy and Mommy to buy all the candies in the store ; then, he realizes his plans of eating all that candy needs to come to a halt  'coz Mommy and Daddy wld gently warn him that if he did end up eating all the candies in the store, he'd end up with nasty tooth-caries and perhaps wear dentures at 15yrs of age, whilst still schooling,'coz all his teeth would've dropped off frm all that candy-eating when he was a kid. **Takes a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath**

I digress. maybe it's 'coz i haven't written in such a long time ; so now, there are hundreds of thoughts in my mind , and my fingers wanna try and put all those thoughts in the mind down into this blog. Not possible. Or, I could keep writing, and writing, and writing away  ! Besides, in view of the time constraint, I shld get started with what it is that brought me back to this Blogging World.

Deja Vu. . . is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has repeated itself) according to Wikipedia. We've all had it at some point in life, haven't we?Lately, that has been happenin' A LOT to me. And, it's beginning to freak me out. Yesterday, it happened twice! See, I was heading to the Clinic to work (Locum :-) , and as I was parking, there was a li'l thought in my head, " What if today isn't ur turn at the clinic? What if u're goin' to end up goin' back home shortly?". . I brushed that thought off my mind thinkin',  " ha ha ; impossible. it's definitely my turn this evening, and i'm goin' to be at tht clinic, so this evening's goin' to be worthwhile". Off I went to the clinic, and then, the receptionist tells me, " Ummm, Doc, doesn't ur schedule begin NEXT week? i'm afraid u've come in a week early ;and we already have someone for this evening" . That was odd.Turns out that the girl that called me up last week got the dates mixed up and hence, I got the msg that I had to come in yesterday- whilst my schedule only begins nxt Tuesday. So, I ended up loitering around tha t area, just 'coz i had taken great pains and trouble to get a decent parkin' lot ; and well, thanks to shops shops shops, ended up splurging on some impulsive purchases ; ah Retail Therapy works wonders.

Moving on, we had some visitors at home, later in the evening. I had to take some glasses out frm the kitchen cabinet to prepare drinks for 'em. Decided to use my favourite glass set which I brought all the way back to KL frm Edinburgh ; it holds sentimental values for me, just 'coz I used those glasses whilst studyin' Medicine in Scotland. Whilst holding a glass, I had this 'mental pic' , somewhat like a vision, of me holding a BROKEN glass. And I thought to myself, " a'ight ai'ght, I'm NOT goin' to break this glass, so that is NOT goin' to happen. I'm goin' to be really really careful with that glass" . I was all cautious, especially with that visionary-premonition. Within the next 5 minutes, whilst washing the glass at the sink, with all that soap, the glass slipped frm my palm, and just one 'knock' on the granite board over the sink, and it cracked; into 6-7 pieces. The glass was broken, and it was almost IDENTICAL to that 'premonition pic ' that I had in mind just five minutes prior to that ! Maybe I'm over-reacting. Perhaps these occurences were nothin' more than mere coincidences. Nevertheless, it certainly freaked me out and it definitely gave me a 'reason' to come back to this blog to write 'bout it!
Apart from that, this week's goin' to be quite a hectic one 'coz of last-minute preparations for late father-in-law's 1mth Memorial Service. I think I'm still in denial over his death. I can't believe it's been close to 1mth since he passed away.We shared an amazing bond. He wasn't just a father-in-law. He was more of a buddy to me.Just few months ago, he (late father-in-law) and I wld be chit-chatting away, exchanging compliments on either his stylish shoe, or colorful tie, or nice tailor-made shirt, or fashionable watch ; whilst he'd compliment me on the brocade of the pretty saree's, or jewelleries,etc. And now, he's gone. I did contemplate on writing a whole blog on him, just as how I did for my beloved Granma. Perhaps I need more time to fully grasp the fact that he's not around anymore and is in Heaven. In the meantime, I pray and hope that this Memorial Service (Apr 12th) goes on really really well and smoothly; we've paid quite meticulous attention to the service : Memorial Service Invitation cards, Professional Photographer, Florist, Newspaper Announcement, Order of Service for the church,etc. Perhaps I'll come back and blog 'bout the Memorial Service.

Oh gosh, time's runnin' and I can't go on and on and on , besides , I presume it gets quite boring to read 'bout someone rambling away 'bout hundreds of li'l issues in their head after awhile, doesn't it ? ? ? ? So 'Blog' . . . I'm glad that you've "accepted me back in ur life" and I promise that I shall be a really good 'blogger' and that I'd write in you more often than I have done over the last couple of months. Love ya to bits, 'Blog'. *mmwah

To be or not to be......

Usually, this blog is where I virtually write out chronicles of my daily living. But, for this year, I'm going to take on a different approach, and from time to time, I'd write somethin' that perhaps makes absolutely no sense, and yet, I have this urge to write it into my blog.

Hypothetically speaking.......................assuming you're walking happily in a jungle, say, going jungle-trekking with a bunch of friends. Then, you take on a different path 'coz you wanna pick some unique flowers in the Wilderness. Then....you stumble into a ravine . A deep ravine. and you end up at the bottom of the ravine. You scream for Help but nobody hears you... You say your prayers 'coz you're afraid of the other 'creatures' that may reside with you in that scary dark ravine. Then, you also hear very scary noises from the outside (the rest of the Wilderness, rite up on top of that Ravine). And times passes by........... you're trapped in a Ravine. But, there comes a time when you've to make a decision. On one hand, you're caught in a very deep dark scary Ravine. If you don't get out of that Ravine, you might just die in hunger and loneliness in that deep dark Ravine. On the other hand, you have this constant fear.........of what lurks outside ........in that Wilderness.

Question is : would you climb up that deep dark scary Ravine and peep out into the Wilderness? Or would you attempt to climb out of Ravine to GET OUT of that deep dark scary Ravine and face the Wilderness and all the perils that come along with it ?

I suppose the decision lies in the personality of each individual. One who's always been afraid to take risks in life would perhaps choose to stay in that deep,dark, scary Ravine. 'Coz one is always afraid that he/she may not be able to cope with what lies outside that Ravine.

And then, across the board, there's another group of Individuals who are bold. They're courageous and are able to face these risks right in the eye. There's fear, but yet, they 're the ones that choose to overcome this fear by FACING the fear, as opposed to rotting in that deep , dark, Ravine.

What would you do? Climb out of that Deep dark Ravine, or Rot inside the Ravine?

C h r i s t m a s 2007

It's barely 3 days away frm New Year's day. I can't believe Christmas has come and gone! Initially, there was the constant neurotic stress on whether things were gonna turn out well, blah blah blah. As usual, I had gotten involved in various Christmas activities organized by the church. Namely, the Children's Christmas Party. With VERY minimal practice, (the one and only rehearsal 24hrs prior to The Day), we actually pulled it off ! It was fun emceeing at the event, along with Robz. Had an excellent AV-Team (Alvin and gang!). Both former and current Bishop of the Anglican Diocese of West Malaysia were present to grace the occasion and that made it extra special. Then, there was Christmas carolling. Gosh, it was extremely tiring travelling from house to house singing songs sometimes, up to the wee hours of the morning! The worst part is, having to wake up early the next morning to go to a full day's work! Thank heavens, I don't work at the Hospital anymore or I could've never managed such energy-draining feats at church! Hehe. . . Then, there was the Midnight Mass at church. I was so proud of myself for havin' been able to tie the purple saree (a present tht Robz got me from India!) all by myself. According to my Mommy, who's one of the "biggest critic" in my life, I did a darn good job draping that saree! Our favourite niece and nephew - Chrisender and Charisha spent a Saturday morning with us, and we had an excellent time of fellowship! Even Christmas Carolling was so much fun 'coz this was the chance to get to know church members closely and to exchange stories and jokes during the travelling moments from house to house! There was the family get-togethers, which meant tht we all got to play hosts and hostesses to all the guests. My personal responsibility was to come up with the Fruit Punch, much to my relief. Whilst others in the family were given 'heavier responsibilities' such as COOKING the dishes! *Grins. All in all, it has been a marvellous Christmas and I thank God for all the blessings He has showered not just in my life, but in the lives of all my loved ones. This photo compilation would perhaps be a good reflection of the entire Christmas season of the Year 2007. And now, it's time to bid our farewells to 2007 and to welcome the brand new year 2008!

My PERFUME Collection

A friend of mine had been pestering me for months to take a picture of my collection of perfume as he's quite a big fan of perfumes. I never realized what a perfume collector I was until I took the trouble to 'compile' all my perfume bottles into an arrangement of some sorts and took a shot of 'em! In my defense, 3/4 of those perfume bottles are gifts from loved ones! ! ! To be completely honest, out of that entire collection, I only recall having bought 1-2 bottles! The rest are all gifts. Seriously! ! ! Oh well, since I'm havin' a bit of a mental block on what to BLOG 'bout, I thought I'd "fill" the vacuum in the blog with this perfume-compilation!! Hehe... Have a fabulous w'kend, folks.

A day at the seaside...

I can't believe it's already Monday. Was all excited 'bout the 3-day w'kend cum festive season since last Thursday. And now, it's back to work tomorrow. Oh well . . . the cycle goes on, and we begin counting down for the next w'kend, eh? Today was quite a fun-filled day. Went with in-laws to a place called MORIB. For some reason, frm the time I was a child, I kept getting Morib and Raub confused (both their names end with a 'b' ) and always thot Morib was situated in Pahang! Hehe... for the first time in my entire life, went to Morib Beach today. It was hot hot hot , but my niece

Veronica had a greatttttt time collecting 'live' shells and baby crabs! Whilst everyone was out there, enjoyin' the sea-breeze and playin' in the sea, I found a comfy spot under the tree and chilled (Robz felt bad and stood near me....). Not wanting to be a spoil-spot, I did TRY to take a few steps towards them. Nevertheless, the sand was so darn hot and the soles of my feet were beginning to get sore. So, it was back to 'comfy spot' for another hour. Finally, thank heavens, their task of collecting shells came to a pleasant end, with a neat collection of several 'living organisms' and creepy crawlies all stocked up in that fluorescent green bucket. Moving on, we had lunch at a Seafood Restaurant . Yummmmmy food : butter prawns, spicy crabs, steamed fish, noodles. The day at the beach may not exactly be MY cup of tea, nonetheless, the quality time spent with loved ones was priceless, and here's a pretty compilation of events of today. :-)

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri !

I n conjunction with Hari Raya Aidilfitri, all of us made a day-trip to Mentakab to visit my eldest bro-in-law and his family. This picture collage gives a nice summary of the amount of fun and excitement we had there. My sis-in-law's a great cook! Amongst the dishes we feasted on include : lemang, ketupat, chicken rendang, mee rebus with one of the tastiest curries I've tried in my entire life, and syrup. Even the coffee that she made during tea-time tasted so good! On our way back home, we were so exhausted and fell asleep whilst our good 'ole faithful 'driver' Robz HAD to stay awake and drive us lot back to KL - home sweeeeeeeeeeeet home!

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all my friends & drive carefully on the roads on your way to / fro 'balik kampung' trips! ! *smiles

Jules turns 27...

Greetings! I must admit , after the death of my Granma, I had almost lost all inspiration and moods to blog. As I mentioned in tht blog, I've never faced death THIS close, before. Hence, bereaving over the loss of a loved one, particularly one who was very very very close to me, has been quite a 'new' experience. *Sigh. Oh well, this blog's 'bout my birthday,  so let's make a li'l summary of events that took place. My birthday celebrations probably kicked off on Monday when Alina D'Cruz, my buddy frm high-school whisked me off to a surprise location for dinner! I love surprises, and it was so nice havin' her pick me up frm my home and take me to someplace special. We then arrived at Victoria Station and I was leaping with joy, being the meat-crazy-carnivorous woman I am! Pigged out on a sumptiuos cuisine of lamb chops and oxtail soup. Delicious!

Then, moments before the stroke of midnite , on the ve of my b'day, I remembered the good 'ole days when Granma would phone me the day prior, to wish me for my b'day. Hence, I looked at her Obituary page (neatly cut out frm de newspaper, kept within the pages of my favourite Bible). Gazed at her pic, imagining her wishing me frm the heavens. Whilst memories of the good times spent with Granma kept flashing thru' my mind, Robz came upstairs with a parcel in his hands, whilst singing the classic "Happy Birthday" song. I've put pics of the presents,and cards on the Photo Album section in this blog (refer to the Left area of this blog).

Slept peacefully and woke up with a happy feeling, of " Wow, it's my birthday today" and a huge smile on my face,too! Oh yeah, I have this 'annual practice' of takin' the day off frm work 'coz I truly believe that i don't wanna be WORKING my arse off on my birthday! *giggles.


My sweetie darlz Dura frm Penang sent me a huge huge bouquet of fresh yellow roses and I received 'em first thing in de mornin' ! It was such a breath-of-fresh air to receive those bright coloured flowers, which instantly brightened up my day. In addition to that, she also sent me a pretty cuddly teddy-bear and a watch , delivered to my door-step in a neatly wrapped parcel ! !

I then went on an Indulgence of self-pampering all day. Booked myself an appointment for a manicure-cum-pedicure session. After goin' thru' their entire selection of colours, opted for a neat French Manicure. The girls did it so well, it looks picture-perfect now - both fingernails and toe-nails!


Then, Mom took me out to a North Indian Restaurant called 'Sagar' in Bangsar. Ate n ate n ate like a pig - their buffet selection is mouth-wateringly delicious. Tandoori chicken, briyanni rice, yoghurt, garlic tarka dhall, paneer, and the list goes on! Afta lunch, Mom and I decided to do some window shopping in B'sar Shopping C'plex. Nothin' beats the sheer bliss of loitering around a mall, on a workin' day, dressed in casual clothes. The rebellious nature within often kicks in, and it just feels so darn good, knowin' that others are workin' very very hard at office whilst I get the day off! *evil smile..

Amidst these outings, there were the constant sms-es and phone calls flowin' in all day, wishing me for my B'day. Ahhhhhh, I just love that. Tht ONE DAY in the year, when everyone (near and dear ones) calls you to wish u!

Mom's never been a big fan of gourmet coffee, so literally dragged Mom into Dome's for a li'l chit-chat n coffee. Daddy joined us later, and it was all cosy as I spent some nice 'quality' time with Mommy and Daddy.

After sending 'em back home, drove off to the hair saloon, 'coz de day wouldn't be complete until and unless I get a relaxing head massage n hair wash! Yeppp, told u I was on a rampage of self-pampering didn't I? Hehehe.... I just love the way tht lady blow-dries the hair, with tht li'l bounce and shine! Very very rejuvenating.

Robz came back home frm work, and off we went to Eden Seafood for a lovely romantic dinner. Lots n lots of pics on the dinner, in my Photo Album,too. Pls do refer to those for illustration purposes!

All in all, I had a marvellous and magnificent birthday, thanks to all those precious loved ones who made the entire day so special for me. I often try and make birthdays special for loved ones around me, with my favourite dialogue of , " Birthdays only come ONCE a year, so make the best of it, and enjoy every moment of it " . And on the 10th, I truly had a fantastic time,too. Thank you! ! !

A tribute to my Granma..

1 wk has passed by since my one-and-only-Grandma-whom-I-ever-knew passed away. Last week was indeed, a roller-coaster week. Don't know how I survived it.

In retrospect....the w'kend was quite eventful as Robz and I had just hosted a li'l Thanksgiving lunch in conjunction with our 3rd year wedding anniversary. I remember havin' gone to quite a number of fancy meals over the w'kend as the families (immediate & in-laws) took turns to take us out for delicious meals.

Then, there was that dreadful phone-call. It was approximately 5.10am on Monday morning, and Grandma ( we affectionately called her Patti) had a heart attack just 1wk prior to tht. The moment Robz picked up the phone and said, " Oh my God. " . I knew it was bad news. Mom was hysterically crying on the other side of the phone, and in the stillness of dawn, being rite next to Robz, I knew wht had just happened. For the next 2hrs after that phone-call, I think I was in denial. Numb. In shock. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't accept the fact that my Patti had just passed away. Called up boss(es) at work and told 'em 'bout the incident and thankfully, since I don't work in hospitals, I didn't have to worry 'bout who 'd be replacing my nite-calls in the wards,etc.

I knew for sure that I wanted to play an active role in the prayers and funeral service, 'coz Patti always enjoyed listening to me play the piano rite frm the time I was a child. The journey back to Ipoh was awful. Very very saddening.

Just 1wk before that, I made a trip to Teluk Batik, Perak for a work-related course and I made a diversion (it took 'bout 1 1/2 hrs of additional time) frm that journey to spend a whole day with Patti. We shared a very magnificent day indeed. I took Patti (and Aunt Gnanam) to church, and li'l did I know that my trip to church with Patti that Sunday would eventually be the VERY LAST TIME she walked into her church alive. Patti insisted on taking me out for delicious South Indian food at Lotus Restaurant. So off we went to the nearest Lotus restaurant.

Patti ordered lassi & we had a sumptious cuisine of banana leaf meal. Patti then insisted on being taken to Billion (a mini-TESCO equivalent in Ipoh) as she wanted to get Johnson's Baby Powder (her favourite powder) whilst there were some discounts. We shopped and shopped for hours. I even picked a few blouses for myself and asked my 83 year old Patti her opinion on 'em (style,colours,etc) and she very spontaneously gave cute comments. Then, we came back home, and Patti insisted on making HOT paal appam (Indian pancake) fresh frm the stove ,just for me. I didn't wanna dampen her enthusiasm and so I obliged. Li'l did I know that those paal appam's would indeed be the VERY LAST appam's I'd ever eat frm Patti's cooking.

2 days afta tht trip to Teluk Batik, she had her first heart attack. She was rushed to hospital in time and received all the necessary treatment. She was even discharged well and 3days later, had her 2nd heart-attack. By the time the ambulance arrived, she had already breathed her last breath and was pronounced dead. Right within the 'comforts' of her own home.

Patti was very involved in church activities. Even in my teens, whilst I was browsing thru' CLEO magazine, Patti would be industriuosly studying up the Bible Verse for her annual church "Memory Verses Competition" . Not surprisingly, she always emerged the champion not just in her church, but at local and national level competitions too! She was also the Women's Fellowship President for years in her church. At 26yrs old, she was perhaps, one of the youngest widows I've known/heard of as my Granpa had died in a terrible road accident . . . . she had to raise FIVE DAUGHTERS (my Mom being the eldest).She single-handedly raised all her five daughters with the meagre income that she got frm Granpa's pension. Indeed, Patti was a very strong woman, both physically and mentally/spiritually. She will ALWAYS be my role model, as I've always looked up to her .

When I was studying in UK, she'd write me hand-written letters 2-3 times a month!! Whether or not I sent her replies, she'd regularly write letters to me with the latest news and events. Patti had one of the prettiest hand-writings I've seen in my life.

Patti had the most cheerful chuckle that would brighten anyone's day up. She loved joking around, and always laughed. She was a very content, happy lady, who was just thankful for all of God's blessings in her life.

As I walked into her home, on the day of her death, it was with a very heavy-heart that I stepped into that very living room, where in the past, I'd see Patti running to come and give me a warm hug and kiss my cheeks upon my arrival. This time, instead of my Patti running up to me, there were 'bout 20 people seated around the living room. And right in the centre of that room, my Patti lay there, in a brown coffin. There were so many fresh flowers around her. She was adorned in a gorgeous purple saree and looked resplendant. She was 'covered' with a very delicate pink saree (which I was later informed, was her WEDDING saree). She looked so calm. She died a peaceful death, and she died within the four walls of her own home. That was exactly what she wanted. Not many people on earth get to die the way they want to . Some have very untimely, unexpected, shocking deaths (road traffic accidents, suicides,etc). In Patti's case, she had certainly lived her life to the fullest, and watched all of us grow over the decades.

She was there for us thru' all those good and bad times. 3yrs ago, on my wedding day, Patti turned up in a cement cast(POP) & arm sling as she had fractured her elbow from  a nasty fall just days prior. She was determined to be present at her very first grand-child's wedding and wouldn't miss the world for it. Li'l did I know that exactly 3yrs later, I'd be standing at the cemetery, watching my Patti being buried 6ft under.


I've been in such a daze over the last 1wk. I just can't imagine that my Patti isn't here with us anymore. I can't imagine that in future, when we go to Ipoh for a trip, and when we walk into that home, Patti won't be around to greet us.

I could write for hours on Patti,reminiscing on all those good times. Perhaps I shall periodically be updating this blog with memories and thoughts of her.

Ultimately, now that she's gone, we can only cling onto all those beautiful memories with her. . . .to cherish it forever and ever. Till we all meet her in Heaven someday.

Patti, I love you so much and I know that even now, you're looking down from Heaven, and you'd always watch over me. I wish you were by my side....but I know that you're no longer in pain and that you're happy. . . . I love you Patti.

p.s : Patti, if I knew that I'd never see you again afta that trip I made to Teluk Batik, I would've hugged you and never let you go...

Robz' Birthday Celebrations...

 Robz turns 34 today! Time has flown past. I still remember the first time I set my eyes on him. He was just 21yrs , and I was 14! Haha. . . Will write 'bout that "first encounter" in another blog. For now, I shall stick to his birthday stories.

Robz' birthday celebrations began last nite , when we went out with my in-laws for dinner at Passage Thru' India. Had super-duper delicious North Indian cuisine. Ate and ate and ate like there's no tomorrow. After almost a decade, thot I'd "Experiment" with polka dots. *winks. At the stroke of midnight, switched on all the lights in the hall to wish him . See, he was almost fallin' asleep ,watching tv. Hahaha. . . . Got him a shirt. Yea yea, I knowww, boring gift, but then again, Robz is in the midst of collecting enough shirts to earn him a place in the Guiness World of Records for "most number of shirts that a man can own on earth", and so I'm merely helping him reach his target! *giggles. He says he's gonna use tht shirt to church tomorrow in view of "sentimental values". Awwwwwww. . . . Took him out for lunch at La Bodega's, had some spaghetti carbonara ((he adores spaghetti to the core, and wanted to have spaghetti on his birthday too) whilst I settled for some roast chicken and mashed potatoes. In the evening, went out for , yet another round of Indian food, this time, with the company mom,dad,bro and us. A birthday is never a birthday, unless there's a BIRTHDAY CAKE in the picture .Bro got Robz a surprise cake and ; a yummmmmmy mocha-coffee cake and we had a mini birthday celebration with cake-cutting and song singing in the comforts of our home after dinner.Ahhh, the cake was the perfect mouth-watering dessert to savour after all the Indian food whacking . *Takes a deeeeeeeeep breath. A'ight. Time to re-start dieting, and time to stop eating for a week. 

Haha....kidding.

All in all, am sure Robz had a greatttttt time on his birthday, thanks to all his loved ones! Happy Birthday ,my dear hubby! *hugs 

C o u s i n s ...

This entry’s dedicated to my two dear cousins, Jeyanthi and Anna. As kids, we spent all our time together tellin’ each other stories, sharing lots of joys and sorrows. Then, we all went our separate ways, and almost two decades later, it’s amazing to know that the three of us still share a magnificent bond. J & A, we had a splendid time together some weeks back, didn’t we? We HAVE to do this get-together at least twice a year from now onwards! At least! Hehe… There were so many pics we took together, but somehow, I just love this picture, ‘coz we were all cuddled up together to try and FIT into the camera’s lense! *Giggles. Love you both loadsssss *hugs