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Ramblings, from an old Queen!
Queen Fortuna Capriçe
Flying out of The South Hamptons on a cold winters day in old Blighty, was the happiest day of ones life. One was escorted to the aerodrome by what was left of the staff, Princess Jaymie met one after being driven in from The Lords Hill, a less palatial home and a place one was glad she was finally leaving behind, along with the memories of lesser times, with lesser people and less happiness.
Coming from our Royal Family, she had been used to the best things in life. She enjoyed the excesses of her own demise to the extreme and was sent mad by the notoriety and public nature of her Royal Status.
The skeletons of her right raucous past and debauchery from days of yore, weighed heavily on her aged old face, weathered, oh so quickly with time and over indulgence. A slip of a waif, more worn than upstanding and model daughter from good breeding stock, no more!
Coming from our Royal Family, she had been used to the best things in life. She enjoyed the excesses of her own demise to the extreme and was sent mad by the notoriety and public nature of her Royal Status.
The skeletons of her right raucous past and debauchery from days of yore, weighed heavily on her aged old face, weathered, oh so quickly with time and over indulgence. A slip of a waif, more worn than upstanding and model daughter from good breeding stock, no more!
New Capriçe
When we were looking for a new home, had only one main stipulation, SUN and lots of it. We literally put a pin in a map and came up with our New Capri.
The Palace of Capri, Gay Capri or the biggest house in the cul-de-sac, was a large old place. Vast rooms full of
Arrival
We have arrived, the Royal we, in reference to us, ones family, ones name for all of our most Royal of families. We have reached the Southern Spanish shores, our exile from that place we call South Hampton. Hampton had become a place of rot and failure and we aim to change that. We want our family to once again be great and glorious, living with those European types and expats, that bring joy to ones heart. People who are more fitting with our new Royal life, commanded by decree to be everything we hope it to be!
We are retired!
We are retired, not literally as it were. People of our status never retire, we just rattle on until we fall apart at the seems, all the time remaining dignified and above the fray. That´s me anyway, for our daughter Jaymie, things are very different. Her life has been lived in the public glare of the tabloids and her behaviour was known throughout the streets of The Hamptons. She bought shame upon The House of Capri, lost her integrity and fell head long into the underworld she decided to call home!
A rejected Mother, a woman scorned is a devil to beware and a beast of a bitch, rabid with rage, not with our perfect princess but with those disadvantaged charlatan´s who prey on those with more to loose!
A rejected Mother, a woman scorned is a devil to beware and a beast of a bitch, rabid with rage, not with our perfect princess but with those disadvantaged charlatan´s who prey on those with more to loose!
paintings, collectables and objects of desire. Useless and without purpose, now all sold in auctions around Britain.
So ´New Capri´ or ´Casa Capriçe´, is a little different to the old shack we sold in The Hamptons. It is smaller, taller and is taking a lot of getting used too. Climbing up those flights of marble stairs, during the winter months here in Spain, could have changed our minds on our new adopted home. We could have left as those desert evenings took hold, here on the chasm, and the edge of a cliff, in the hills around Alicante. Stoicism and memories prevented a quick departure. Memories of The KitKat Club debacle and the beggar who captured Jaymie´s heart, kept us here, cold, shivering, but coping with the extremes, that Spain through our way!
When a Queen falls on hard times, there is only one thing to do. Straighten your crown, brush down your ermine and pick yourself up. As options go, myself, husband and Jaymie picked the hardest option. We could have quite easily stayed in The Hamptons, but after the life changing antics of people, who don´t have an ounce of class in them, people who´s only ambition is a dirty mattress in a squat and those ugly personages, of personality and appearance, the lowest of low, the sinister antics of a few and the reprehensible crimes of those who should know better, we, us, our family, our damn, hard working, honest and loyal family, decided to move onwards, out of Country and home. Leaving behind the nightmares of a troubled past and looking forward to the challenges of a future in exile, with like minded individuals, not afraid to make the changes necessary to survive in less palatial but never the less beautiful, scenic and wonderfully breath taking circumstances.
So ´New Capri´ or ´Casa Capriçe´, is a little different to the old shack we sold in The Hamptons. It is smaller, taller and is taking a lot of getting used too. Climbing up those flights of marble stairs, during the winter months here in Spain, could have changed our minds on our new adopted home. We could have left as those desert evenings took hold, here on the chasm, and the edge of a cliff, in the hills around Alicante. Stoicism and memories prevented a quick departure. Memories of The KitKat Club debacle and the beggar who captured Jaymie´s heart, kept us here, cold, shivering, but coping with the extremes, that Spain through our way!
When a Queen falls on hard times, there is only one thing to do. Straighten your crown, brush down your ermine and pick yourself up. As options go, myself, husband and Jaymie picked the hardest option. We could have quite easily stayed in The Hamptons, but after the life changing antics of people, who don´t have an ounce of class in them, people who´s only ambition is a dirty mattress in a squat and those ugly personages, of personality and appearance, the lowest of low, the sinister antics of a few and the reprehensible crimes of those who should know better, we, us, our family, our damn, hard working, honest and loyal family, decided to move onwards, out of Country and home. Leaving behind the nightmares of a troubled past and looking forward to the challenges of a future in exile, with like minded individuals, not afraid to make the changes necessary to survive in less palatial but never the less beautiful, scenic and wonderfully breath taking circumstances.
Of course, things have changed. With The Palace, long gone, our Casa, is altogether a much gentler affair. Smaller, compact, practically a Palace on wheels. A retirement Casa for me and my husband!
A little like Belgrave Square, Casa Capriçe, sits upon a hill over looking Alicante, on The Costa Plonka. Little London I like to call it. London without people and stress!
Reina Gran`Al
An old Queen, stumbling through Europe, family in tow, looking to build a new life in a community, one has fallen in love with. Expatriots, living their lives on The Costa´s, everyone, like us, with a story to tell.
Welcomed into the gated communities of the Gran`Al estate, in the hills around this beautiful Country, called Spain, steeped in history, mediterranean heat, bull fighters, castanets and flamenco dancers, Brits, Spaniards and Costa Crim´s! A melting pot, to be stirred with our Royal fruits, a sprinkling of personality and a bottle of cheap Champagne.
So far so good as they. The locals are not hostile, the natives have not risen and we have all settled in much better than we could have ever imagined.
Our Casa is nearly finished and this old Queen has even taken a job, to keep the Royal head above water.
Welcomed into the gated communities of the Gran`Al estate, in the hills around this beautiful Country, called Spain, steeped in history, mediterranean heat, bull fighters, castanets and flamenco dancers, Brits, Spaniards and Costa Crim´s! A melting pot, to be stirred with our Royal fruits, a sprinkling of personality and a bottle of cheap Champagne.
So far so good as they. The locals are not hostile, the natives have not risen and we have all settled in much better than we could have ever imagined.
Our Casa is nearly finished and this old Queen has even taken a job, to keep the Royal head above water.
Princess Jaymie is waiting tables, rather like the Russian side of the Caprov´s did, after the fall of Tsarist Russia, keeping alive the family tradition if you will. Empires fall, but we just carry on, carrying on . This old Queen aint over yet, our Empire isn´t yet crumbling. A little worn around the edges, but still in tact.
Currently our grand tour of Europe has led us to a truly British enclave and haven of Englishness in this our new home. Despite dressing as the locals do, flamenco meets westwood, our acceptance among humble peasant folk, has yet to be
Currently our grand tour of Europe has led us to a truly British enclave and haven of Englishness in this our new home. Despite dressing as the locals do, flamenco meets westwood, our acceptance among humble peasant folk, has yet to be
Making Royal Ends Meet!
Well that day has finally come. All the money has gone, the Palace is no more and it´s time to do the unthinkable. Roll up ones sleeves and work ones ass off!
It isn´t easy, or indeed cheap being looked up too. One does have certain standards to up hold, style of dress, travel costs, the list is endless. For me, working is something to enjoy now, different to what one is used too, but worth doing to cultivate our new life on The Costa´s!
It isn´t easy, or indeed cheap being looked up too. One does have certain standards to up hold, style of dress, travel costs, the list is endless. For me, working is something to enjoy now, different to what one is used too, but worth doing to cultivate our new life on The Costa´s!
Of course, even we have to work to make ends meet. There isn´t an endless supply of money in the old coffer, so with Jaymie waiting tables. I have to cook, yes a Queen cooking in a local restaurant.
I was taught to cook, during the war, when in order to muck in with the poor and pretend to be one of them, my dear Mother, and previous old Queen, Pauletta, showed me the wonders of nut roast´s and fig rolls. She always told me it would come in handy one day, when I had spent the family fortune!
I was taught to cook, during the war, when in order to muck in with the poor and pretend to be one of them, my dear Mother, and previous old Queen, Pauletta, showed me the wonders of nut roast´s and fig rolls. She always told me it would come in handy one day, when I had spent the family fortune!
Family
The only straight one in our family, Natalee Michelle! The toughest, battler you´ll ever meet. Never afraid of confrontation, never backs down from a fight and never looses a war. Well this young lass, has decided to join us, flying out in early April.
By moving to Spain, with our Jaymie, one of course has to accept those one has left behind. Families do of course change and in many cases break apart over the years and there are those family members, who one would rather never see again and for that reason, I shall not be mentioning them. They are now dead to me and only remain as a forgotten memory.
Our daughter Leigh, is one person I shall miss, in every shape and form. We had a nice little chat over the Inter Web yesterday, and she seems to be at that point in her life when she wants a change. Maybe she will decide to follow her sister out here, into the wilds of Spain.
Our daughter Leigh, is one person I shall miss, in every shape and form. We had a nice little chat over the Inter Web yesterday, and she seems to be at that point in her life when she wants a change. Maybe she will decide to follow her sister out here, into the wilds of Spain.
Our Natalee!
We have arrived, we are beginning our new life and journey, with the help and support of friends and family, both in The UK and now here in Spain. We are delighted Jaymie and Natalee will be here with us and look forward to our future together.
Peace and love always!
Peace and love always!
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