Mac The Knife

As it turns out, Mr Plaza Banquets has been taking us for a little ride. The whole "monopoly" situation with the decorators does not exist and he's been trying to work out a "cut" for himself from whoever he sent us to. Mum found that out on a trip she made there, to enquire if he would actually consider reducing how much "royalty" he'd charge us for bringing a decorator other than the ones he suggested. But before she said specifically that, she just mentioned that we weren't too happy with the stuff we saw with Ralph and that the Juhu fella was charging us an arm and a leg. Mr Mac then, looking like he had forgotten our "monopoly" discussion, went on to bring out two or three more cards saying "you can try these; or ask your friends if they know anybody good." Mum didn't say anything else and just thanked him and left. So, we reckon we can now get a decorator of our choice and not worry about the royalty. Hurrah!

I'm off to the Maharashtra State Gazette Office today (it's a long story nodot) and I might also go take a look at some fabric for my outfit. Thank heavens today seems less rainy than yesterday; but you just never know.

My thought for the day: Insecurity is like cancer; the longer you take to detect it and treat it, the worse it gets. And yes, it just never goes away altogether.