I don’t know how many of you remember my Prince’s cousin, Smilja? She is his Uncle’s younger daughter, married and lives with her husband in Austria. (You can read about her in my earlier diaries). Anyway, she called my Prince several days ago heavily crying and asking if she my come to visit us for she needs to talk to us in person about very serious matter. We agreed and she arrived next day. She brought the gifts for each of us and although she tried to behave normal, she couldn’t hide her fear and tension. She often cried. Namely, on the regular health check, the doctors in Austria discovered that she suffers the same symptoms my Prince’s dad had which was deadly for him. (My Prince, thank heavens, didn’t inherit his father’s “set” of illness). He is checking his health in this area twice a year. She was surprised that the genes skipped him and got her saying selfishly that it isn’t fair. We didn’t resent her. She was in shock and in fear she’s gonna die. She showed us all doctors’ papers and asked us for financial help since that kind of sickness is expensive to treat, and although she and her husband both work, the curing therapies and medications will financially destroy them. The three of us unanimously promised we’ll cover 50% of the expenses. My Prince purged 500 Euros from his account, my Ivy and I purged the same amount of money from our accounts and we gave it to her. It will cover March expenses. We will keep doing it until the illness is stopped or cured (there is no guarantee for that since medicine doesn’t know how to cure that nameless illness). Smilja, has older sister who lives somewhere on Philippines, but they aren’t in touch. My Prince is only living relative she has. Oh, yes, she has a mother who is alcoholic and she is in institution for addicts. Anyway, we were glad we could help her. She stayed with us two more days and then she returned home being comforted by knowledge that she has us, who care for her and who will be with her to the end.

We had very live discussion on e.b. meeting about 5 Ukraine tourists. Namely, they weren’t refugees, but financially grounded people who came to our Hotel to have fun. My Fran and I wanted to give them free staying in the Hotel or at least 80% of discount arguing that their money won’t last forever and they could lose it anytime soon. My Prince, Ivy and Lidija opposed that idea saying that our philosophy will cost us bankruptcy for we have people from other countries who deserve the same treatment, but we can’t do it for if we do that for these Ukrainians, we have to do it for others too. They argued that we’ll give them free accommodation only if they have refugee status. I was little bit angry at my Prince. I resented him for being such a miser and I told him that I am surprised that he, who always helps others, has stony heart now. Since such decisions requires unison, we couldn’t make final decision and we asked dad Boss for advice. Hearing both sides, he said that my Prince, Lidija and Ivy are right and we should do as they say. He argued in detail about it and at the end, my Fran and I realized why we were wrong. I had to apologize to my Prince for harsh words. He slapped my butt, deep kissed me and said.

- No problem, Princess. I wasn’t offended by your words. We all say things sometimes we didn’t really mean. Still love ya, you crazy witch.

Since it is warm and sunshine every day, we spend a lot of time on our beach and my Prince is driving Mikey on his bike who he is always excited about it. He can’t stop speaking how much he loved it. Yes, driving on the bike with his tata is something very special for our son. Thanks to the nice weather, we gonna start early summer season. In May. Well, the Fool’s day is at the door and my Fran told us what kind of pranks he will do to Stipe. My Prince reminded us that he hates pranks and that we should skip him from it. My Fran made a joke and said:

- Oh, my, I have one special prank for you, Mister savage. You…

My Ivy interrupted him quickly sitting in his lap and pinching his left cheek, she said:

- If you ever prank my husband, Fran, you will be able to suck Stipe’s cock….. Only ….. Without teeth.

She kissed him on the cheek and my luvs left my office. My Fran was all sweat and looking after them he said to me:

- I don’t know how can you love that crazy leggy blonde, Princess?! She is totally nuts!

Me (smilingly): I don’t know either, my Fran ….. But she is my life …. That blonde handsome man you call savage …. Too.