Hounded By The Paparazzi

Statement from Virginia Graystone: Re: Hunter Cottoneye's latest blog entry
I really must send this apology on behalf of Ambrose and myself, concerning the last update. That Hunter Cottoneye is a loon, I swear. We were warned about him, I told Ambrose to be careful. But would he listen? No. He insisted on trying to be on friendly terms. And now, this creepy guy is watching our every move. Conspiracy theory my ass. The only thing we have to worry about are the paparazzi. They're hounding us everywhere. I'll be so glad when we get home. The last couple of days have been a nightmare.
Virginia Graystone

Yep, this is so true. They couldn't go anywhere without the paps being on their trail. It all began halfway through their honeymoon. They decided to return to the Nectary, where they tried their hand at making nectar from the grapes they'd picked. It seemed a shame to see them go to waste.

So, between them, they managed to set up one of the nectar machines. Ginny filled the barrel with all the grapes, whilst Ambrose stripped down to his swimming trunks and started to squelch away.



After a few slips and slides, and a very uncomely tumble, Brosie managed to get the hang of grape pressing and was squishing his way through all the grapes!!! He then had the process of setting up the vat and compression chamber. That was the longest part.




When he was done, there was enough to make a couple of bottles of 'not bad' nectar. By now, it was mid afternoon and they both decided to pay a visit to the local cafe to try out the 'local fayre'.



Ambrose got along famously with one charming woman, who didn't hesitate to teach him one of their traditional songs. Which he managed with enthusiasm and a lot of gusto. She even complimented him on his amazing baritone voice.



Ginny, however, was having a little more difficulty in grasping the language as she struggled to order off the menu.



As she stumbled over the phrases and dialect, the patisserie - Andre Lefebvre stood looking puzzled and a little bemused.




In the end, she simply pointed to each dish and he smiled, nodding knowingly, whilst packaging each dish she'd selected.



By now, Ambrose was a little tired from the grape pressing, so he went back to Base Camp first to take a nap. Ginny followed a little while afterwards with a couple of 'special' dishes she'd purchased. She wasn't sure which one Ambrose would like, so she chose the seafood platter for herself and left the olive platter for him.



Brosie hadn't had the chance to get some sleep but he'd already changed into his PJ's when he heard Ginny returning from the cafe. Feeling a bit peckish, he ambled down the stairs to get his meal.




Big mistake.

No sooner had he sat down, when .... not one but TWO paparazzi descended upon the two of them.



From then on, they were relentless, vying each other to grab snaps and take notes.



Ambrose regarded them with utter disdain as he helped Ginny to clear the dirty dishes.




"Just ignore them," she whispered, "they'll go away."

"I can't believe it's come to this," he muttered as he walked past them, "haven't you got anything better to do than to follow us?"




"Ah," came the reply, "but you are big news here in this sleepy little town. You being here is the boost that this place needs."

"I'll see you upstairs sweetie," he said to Ginny, who was STILL determined to ignore them, no matter what.



As soon as he vanished, then they descended upon poor Ginny.



Bombarding her with questions galore. She simply rolled her eyes and walked past them all, sighing and shaking her head.



It didn't end there either. Because of the last time the paparazzi had infiltrated their bedroom suite, they decided to change rooms to throw them off the scent.

Didn't help.

Plus, there was a poor starstruck explorer so overexcited about the findings of an ancient park bench, trying his hardest to get the attention of one of the paparazzi. He'd been following her all over, trying to impress her.



She completely ignored him, concentrating on taking more pics and making notes so she could get back to her computer and start blogging about the 'adventures of Ambrose in Champs Le Sims'.




She was so determined to get as much information as she could, that she even parked her butt in one of the chairs and started reading a book. For the moment they would wake up.



Her philosophy? Catch em unawares!!!

Even when Ambrose was making an important phone call to one of his friends ... bragging about the Nectary .. whilst standing in the bathroom....



.... they were there!!!

I'll bet I know what those two will be doing when they get home.
Installing security gates to keep out those pesky paparazzi!!!!