If you ever fancied a bit of cheese with your meal why not take a trip to La Fromagerie, 2-4 Moxon Street, London, W1U 4EW. I discovered this wonderful place the other day when I was a bit early for an appointment and decided to go for a walk in the area. All the cheeses are stocked in a walk in fridge and you are advised by the staff about each particular cheese. It really is an art and if you fancy learning more then just to on their website www.lafromagerie.co.uk to find out more.

I came out of there with a big cheesy grin on my face

Very rarely do you see a show and agree with everyone that the acting is incredible. I was very lucky to see the last performance of Tovah Feldshuh in Golda’s Balcony at The Shaw Theatre at the weekend. As I took my front row pew I nodded and said hello to fellow friends and acquaintances . It was like being at a function and waiting for your child to perform. The whole audience was Jewish and I expected any minute a member of the theatre to come round with salt beef sandwiches and latkas. It would’ve gone down extremely well as the pizza I quickly ate at Pizza Express was still sticking in my throat.Tovah did a one woman show. 

 However what  was amazing is how she transformed herself not only into Golda but also other characters (one woman with sooo much talent) and brought everything she did to life. Now I know what acting truly is. I was spell bound together with the rest of the audience. I loved the way the set was cleverly designed. As she spoke yiddish a transalation came up in English on the stone wall behind her. You really could believe her when she said she was in the camps in Greece talking to the interns waiting to be allowed to go into Israel. I was there and cried and laughed with her. It really was empowering. She said in her lifetime she had witnessed Apartheid, the IRA disbandment, the fall of the Berlin Wall and maybe one day peace in Israel. 

I want to thank all the people who were involved in putting this incredible show together, because if you think about it, without people like Golda Mier, Israel would not have come in to existence. Shalom.

Well I have to say in the current financial climate I thought I would be all alone at the sales, (I will never stop going to the sales, it is a Princess tradition,) with the Princess Pick of all the goodies.  I was wrong, Harrods was heaving (obviously other Princesses also follow this tradition, who do you think keeps the economy moving!)  There I found a fabulous Burberry raincoat - HALF PRICE, and guess what, as I was paying an Italian lady tried to take it from right under my nose - well I stood up for my consumer rights, I grabbed the coat and ran, obviously I paid for it first.

Do you have any stories from the sales? Or best bargain tips

Gone to the sales might not be back for a while

YES - I was there by 6.30 (totally acceptable to be 30mins late for a cocktail party.) Princess Perfect in a vintage one shoulder black dress - As they say, what goes around comes around, just one small Princess Problem as I was nibbling on my miniature hot dog I looked down and noticed HORROR or horrors, that the VINTAGE one shoulder had a  left leg SPLITAGE that was not supposed to be there - Thank G-d for the Princess Pashmina!!! (Never leave home without one especially in British Summertime)

This has to be a quickie - Now I love a cocktail party, Princess Pink Stuff, loads of nibbles but not on a Thursday.  Not when the Juniors have drama and dinner (thank G-d for viennas,) has to be served in a 20 minute slot MAX, and then a 45min round journey has to be done - mit hair rollers in (its amazing no-one notices) and I am shvitzing - OY how am I going to get ready?  Do you think I will do it and be Princess Perfect at the party by 6pm -mmmmmm YES

My children all seem to excel at one thing, YES, ONE thing  - RUNNING.  Another year and another first place at Sports Day - It must be genetic as I would also sprint home in first place. I can tell you this talent will be of great help in their future - SHOPPING - Got to go - YUP you guessed it SCHOOL RUN x

Speaking of plays - today sees the start of  play at Wimbledon - I just love it.  Now I remember the days (pre-children) when I used to park my sunbed outside my window, precariously placing the tv on the window shelf ,with the blind down just so, so I could spend the afternoon dipping strawberries, basking in the best of British weather and savouring Princess Perfect tennis with John McEnroe - who I quite fancied - YES I admit it, a Princess crush - V strange.) Nowadays, I am running to end of school plays, fetes and sports days, so I am afraid it will be the 10 o clock highlights with stawberries and the highlight, still watching John, (who I think has got better with age, so therefore teenage crush was not so V strange!!)

Have you ever been to the theatre and had a fidget infront of you? You know the type they just can’t keep their head still (normally because they are singing along at the top of their voice).  I was trying to watch The Jersey Boys (and listen), which is still showing at The Prince Edward Theatre, Old Compton Street, London, W1. (08444825151) I was seated in the stalls and trying to look through the constantly changing space. It was of no use.  I spent the whole show playing ‘find the gap.’

The show is based on the life of Franki Vali (a man who sounded like he was permenantly on helium.) I have to say it wasn’t my cup of tea, maybe because I got fed up trying to see, hear or watch. After all, it was far more interesting watching the lady next to me get out her mobile and start showing pictures of her BABY to her friend, or another couple delve into their bags and start unwrapping SANDWICHES.  REALLY whatever happened to Thea-tiquette!! 

Being on holiday with a teenager is a learning experience. I did not want to miss the sunshine and the buzz of life, so I would get up early – 9am and  JP Junior was STILL in the land of nod.

After reminding her that it was 9 – I went off to breakfast solo. I would normally miss this morning ritual, as I’m not that hungry in the mornings, but as my good friend pointed out to me,

“You’ve been asleep for eight hours and then miss the morning with no food. Your stomach juices will start to work and you are going to get tummy ache.”

Oh wise one!

So there I was sat alone in the breakfast room amongst my fellow Jews, Some were from Israel, some from France and a few from

I went on to the pool to get a couple of sun beds.

“This could be a difficult one” says I to the pool attendant.

“ I need an umbrella whilst my daughter likes to be in the sun.”

“No problem” says he with a smile

“Do you mind me asking?” he says

“Who are you with?”

Well at least someone’s taken an interest!

We were off to a Henna party, the whole family congregated in the reception of our hotel in our European best, the week of the wedding. Why is it you can always tell when someone isn’t a Sabre? We trotted into the van (due to high heels) that was going to be our transport for the evening.

We arrived at the venue and entered the reception hall. On either side of the hall were tables heaving with large vats of food which were kept hot by a flickering flame. In one corner a gentleman was making mini burgers and in the other corner there was a bar.

We were then told to go into the main hall where a table had been reserved for us and we should help ourselves to food. The table in the hall was laden with different salads: beetroot, humus, tahina, coleslaw, potato salad, cucumbers. So off we dutifully went back to the reception hall and filled our plates with chicken wings, potato cigars, vegetable rice etc. When we sat down to eat the Bride and Groom circulated the room. They were dressed in red and gold ornate costumes and carried on dancing and greeting everyone.

There was a safe in the hall which I found strange but apparently this is the norm. During the course of the evening guests popped envelopes into it. I must remember to get one for future parties!

In the corner of the room there was a red and gold beautifully decorated tent with cushions and seats inside with various candles.

As we finished eating our food from the reception hall a waiter came round asking vegetable lasagne, beef or chicken? We all looked at each other, how much MORE FOOD? There were no takers, and later on he came round with dessert. My brother offered some words of wisdom at this stage. If you cut it up and smear it round the plate it looks like you’ve eaten some of it!

Around eleven o’clock just when the van had been booked to take us back to the hotel the music started to hot up and the Bride and Groom came into the room in different costumes. The guests all started to dress up in golden glittery long robes and were following the Bride and Groom around the room. Some of the guests were holding platters of sweetmeats swirling them in the air. This was to help the happy couple onto a sweet life. Finally the parents of the happy couple together with the Bride and Groom all sat down in the tent. A few blessings were made and then the henna pot was passed around. I was expecting some beautiful designs being drawn on everyone’s hands, but no I got the wrong religion! Thick clumps of mud were put in my palms and I was told you’ve got to do it, its good luck. The longer you keep it on the longer it stays (not a princess perfect idea) . Now tell me, am I being sceptical or do many women think like this? All I could think about was the beautiful Nannette Lepor white dress I was wearing, and was I going to stain it! Oh yes just being practical!

Today has been an eating marathon; I decided to skip breakfast just to make me feel better about the day ahead’s eating pattern.

Lunch was at a fab sandwich bar in

Dinner was in Herzilya, at

Max Brenner is

A massive syringe full of milk chocolate

One marshmallow hot chocolate

Two chocolate biscuits with vanilla icecream

One chocolate and cream waffle

One chocolate soufflé with icecream and hot cherries

And of course one chocolate, fruit, waffle and marshmallow fondue. (to share!)

Guess who was up all night having a taster of bulimia? What a great way to get rid of those calories!

When on holiday, why is such a dilemma as to what to wear down to the pool? I decided to put on my gorgeous turquoise bikini that I purchased in St Tropez and then  to make sure all my bits were properly covered my matching trousers and top.

At least I would be allowed in the breakfast room. I ended up having breakfast solo as by the time I had got my act together, don’t you find on holiday that you seem to be on a go slow? All the family had made it out to the pool.

Anyway by the time I had found the correct deckchair, away from screaming kids, not too near the pool, away from the dustbin, not near the food station, not near the entrance to the beach and I had creamed the correct creams in the correct places, wrinkle free factor 70 for the face and so forth I began to have doubts over THE BIKINI.

“What do you think?” I asked my sister in a whisper.

“Very sexy” she replied.

Well that did it, back to my room for a quick change. You know you can always rely on the good old faithful strapless black Gottex. Any time any place anywhere!

Flying with Princess T

Flying to LA was a breeze on BA, I managed to swing a single bulk head seat, so no one sat next to me and I could enjoy a real weepy film and not feel embarrassed by my black panda eyes. I wish the journey home was just as nice. They decided to change the type of plane on the home journey, so I couldn’t get my solo seat and I ended up sitting next to this rude man, who didn’t even say hello back to me when I gave him a friendly smile at the beginning of the journey. You know the type of man I mean, he didn’t even ask me if I needed help with putting my case in the overhead bin. Where have manners gone? This is one of my biggest nightmares. Having to spend hours next to someone you don’t know and you can’t get off the plane can you? It doesn’t matter what seat you have paid for, you are always going to get them. When I went to

When I went Easyjet from

“Hi Mum, How was the flight? Do you want me to take you home so you can have a shower, change and have a nice cup of tea before you have to go back to the airport to get the next flight to Tel Aviv?”

It’s how you train them!!!!!