C'est la vie Sebastien.

Another day, another disaster...

And so Sebastien's prophecy came to pass!

He was left behind in the last minute, mad flurry of activity at the Trash Palace, along with the lovely Princess Agnes!

Sebastien's rage knew no bounds and his disappointment was felt in waves which washed all the way to Japan.  And poor Princess Agnes  is no doubt still crying into her jewellery box despite Sebastien cuffing her over her monkey ears and telling her off in low-life French, of which happily, she understands not one word.

The upshot of a lengthy and bitter long distance, international telepathic conference was the idea, that Mme Chendolle, who has totally ruined his life, the only printable part of the conference, has been ordered to find an assistant.

Strict rules apply to the choice of applicant; the main one being the successful PA must in no way overshadow Sebastien. And so the search will be on at first light tomorrow morning.

Now this is how it is supposed to work....

Yes I know it needs a bit more refining but I'll work on that a little later on. For example I need to make a small pic and just put the first letter in and see how that looks. I might spend the next 20 minutes doing just that right away.

Silly Me!!

Yes, the answer to my predicament with the title backgound was so simple that any dunce would have woken up to the problem.

Well I did wake up but it took me a little while.

Too many irons in the fire at one time - that's my problem...

Nothing new there.