What is This?

Now I am finally on the mend, I can muster up the energy to say my piece about something which bothered me earlier this month.

Seriously, what is this? An Oreo milk bar in what is supposed to be a British chocolate maker pack? I knew it was a huge mistake selling Cadbury’s to Mondelez International (formerly Kraft). Their promises to keep this brand British were empty, and amongst other things, this just proves my point. How dare they take out Fudge for this nonsense?

I for one HATE Oreo. It is absolutely disgusting, and so is Hershey’s. Hence the reason when I am in the US, I hope and pray my lovely friends will send British chocolate to me, and never eat chocolate unless they do. It is also the reason I continue to send British chocolate to my beloved best friend who moved to the US some time ago.

Cadbury’s no longer taste the same as it used to. It’s oily, and ‘bitty’ since Mondelez International (formerly Kraft) took over. They have managed to ruin a great product, which is generally what happens when one company has a huge monopoly.

‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ comes to mind.

Now it is broke, they need to fix it back to how it was.

Meeting With The Grandparents Today

I am pleased, relieved and feeling great after allowing *Steve’s father and step-mother to meet their only grandson. It went really well. Max went to them with open arms the moment he saw them. He’s a friendly child to say the least, but it made it all the less awkward because of his loving greeting.

I am over the moon.

It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Panic over.

Now Max will have both lots of Grandparents in his life and I couldn’t be happier.

My child is so lucky. Born in the US, he is now a dual citizen as he has a British passport too. He will be raised as such. He’s going to be so diverse – although raised in the UK, my mother and step-father were born in Jamaica. His father’s father is American (mixed with Black, Spanish, Irish and a few more I believe!); whilst his step-mother is a Canadian Romanian Jew. One of his Godfather’s is my uncle; the other is a very dear, gay friend of mine who is mixed. One of his Godmothers is White American (a Sergeant in the US Army); whilst the other is Vietnamese. My wonderful, beautiful friend who drives me everywhere whilst I’m in the US, is originally from Bangladesh. I’ve known her for almost nineteen years. We studied and graduated together in the UK. She speaks to Max in her own language. (I’ve warned her, no swear words please!). He will call her “aunt”.

Max has no idea what great things he has created already. He is an incredible little boy, who has brought so much happiness to my life (even with him going through a major brat phase).

The sun is shining.

Things are looking up.

God is good.