I thought the summer palace was beautiful. Not imposing in the style of Versailles, or Buckingham Palace, much simpler. I could imagine a royal family here living more down to earth lives with only a small retinue.

We are allowed inside, but no photographs permitted, except in this small structure on the water – how I would have loved to have that as a writing area.


A little about this age as Victoria’s reign was such a long one, and there were major changes in Britain. For example, another interesting thing to happen during her time was the invention of the spinning jenny, otherwise known as the low paid female factory worker.


Unfair laws in Britain at that time said it was forbidden to chain workers to their benches…


.. but with big profits in mind, the colonials of that time exported the idea and set up the Nike factories in the far east using child labour at slave rates.

Next week a little about the 9 children who survived Victoria – just.

Will I Ever Get it Right?

So, newsletters are all the rage, so cleverclogs here thinks she will start one. What a good way to promote other writers and also share news and views.

To be honest, I’d not checked any others out, but I got so carried away with issue one that I was even more enthusiastic with number two. Now it’s not a newsletter any more, it’s more like a magazine. I think it will be easier to navigate once I have discovered how to set up a landing page, and pepper it with lots of links, but in the meantime I guess readers can just scroll down and peruse whatever takes their fancy.

So, how did it get to be so large? Firstly in February’s edition I am featuring these authors. Know who they are?


Two other authors, whose pics I’m not going to post, plus a reader


And do you know where this is?umkomaas_town_by_air

And that’s not all, as the saying goes. There is the ongoing court case between Amie and myself, the poor author who created her in the first place, and back stories exclusive to the newsletter to download and read. Featured are Samantha, Amie’s sister about to embark on a trip to Europe, but things go wrong at the airport, and some background on Ben as he prepares for his initiation rites into manhood.


So as you can see it’s not really a newsletter any more, but a small magazine. I’m only sending it out once a month and a really kind FB friend is going to help me upload it tonight onto Mailchimp so hold thumbs for me. I’ve sent him the valium by special courier so he gets it in time.

Should you wish to receive this masterpiece of literary accomplishment and have not signed up here is the link

There is, unfortunately all that toing and froing business to prove you are not a robot, but once that’s done you too can be inflicted montly with my usual ramblings plus some sensible stuff from sensible authors.

So why not sign up today?  🙂


It’s over a year now since we returned from the Big Trip so it’s all a bit hazy – not too surprising when you realize I have trouble remembering yesterday.

The nice people at the tour company wrote it all down for us, but on occasion we did not visit places in the same order as the route march itinerary, so possibly I may even have labelled sites and statues and places incorrectly. Thankfully the photos on my iPad are dated so I shouldn’t be too far out. But, this is a happy, casual blog and under no circumstances should be used as a comprehensive travel guide. Nor should the writer be held responsible for any errors and should you follow this and end up in the Falklands, then that is to your own account.

After our visit to the royal palace, we took a ferry across the Chao Phraya River and as we landed I noticed a photo shoot, so I hopped in with the camera and took a few photos, but the light was not good. We couldn’t work out if these were national costumes for a particular cerebration or a tourist brochure.

We’d taken the ferry to see, guess what? Yes, another temple, although I did rebel a little here and insisted we stop for morning coffee. The drink was good but the surroundings decidedly dubious and our guide was not too thrilled, there was the itinerary to follow with Thai efficiency.


Now I don’t know whose fault it was but Victoria and Albert obviously watched too many Disney films and they were great fans of Little House on the Prairie. They wanted one of those perfect families, where all the children were well behaved, and loved Mummy and Daddy and – wait for it – did as they were told. They wanted to set an example to the world of the perfect fairytale family as an example to all their subjects.


To start with all went well. Albert doted on little Vicky (there they go, using the same names again and again). It was all very discreet of course, as they lived in a Hypocratical age, as piano legs were wrapped in blankets so as not to appear rude or remind anyone of the begatting of children.

Signed up for the newsletter yet? I’d love you to, just leave a comment below and I’ll make sure your name is on the list.

Till next time, take care.

Amie in Africa visits Lisa Burton Radio

Amie celebrity for a day – that’s as much as she’s going to get!

Entertaining Stories

Today is Thursday, and that means it’s time for another edition of Lisa Burton Radio. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, and my very special guest today is Amie Fish. “Welcome to the show, Amie.”

“I’m really pleased to be on the show Lisa thank you for asking me.”

“So what possesses a newlywed to uproot and move half-way around the world to darkest Africa?”

“I didn’t have a choice, Lisa. My newly married husband was offered a job in Togodo and it was expected that I go with him. I wasn’t looking forward to it, not one little bit. I had a good job in a local television production company and my family lived in the same town. I was quite happy as I was.”

“My bio says you got a little bored, and went to work using your journalism skills for an Army Colonel. What kind of…

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The summer palace at Bang Pa-In was truly special and as I can’t put too many photos in each blog, I’ll spread it out over a couple of weeks. No words from me are necessary, the pictures speak for themselves.


Well of course all this frolicking around in the bedroom had consequences didn’t it? (Urban legend has it that Albert put locks on the doors – that’s how serious it was).  I’m still puzzling over that letter from last week, do you think Albert ever got to read it?  The Queen hated being pregnant, viewed breast-feeding with disgust and thought new born babies were ugly. She compared them to frogs.


In November 1840, three doctors and a nurse were installed in Buckingham Palace. When the Queen went into labour, she was worried that she might cry out and be heard by the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Prime Minister Lord Palmerston and other important ministers who were all waiting in the next room.

This was referred to as the first silent birth – and you thought it might be fun to be a princess? Think again.

The reason for this almost public exhibition? Years ago, many had believed that James II’s son was a changeling and had been smuggled into the queen’s bedchamber in a warming pan, so it became practice to have state ministers on hand to view a new royal baby immediately it was born.

Stay safe until next week.


Honestly I’ve lost count of the number of posts, but we were still in Bankok, and here are a few more shots of the Royal Grand Palace. Unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures inside. (It’s at times like this you realize how lucky you are to be a very ordinary person, and don’t have members of the great unwashed traipsing through your house gawping at everything).

We left Bankok for Ayutthaya which was the former capital to see the Bang Pa-In summer palace which was really beautiful. The palace is located on the Chao Phraya River bank in the Bang Pa-In district.

I will post pictures of this next week as I have some more here that I want to share with you.


Well of course as we all know Victoria fell hook line and sinker for the upright, prudish minor prince from some unpronounceable place in one of the German states – that’s why we just call him Albert.

During her lifetime, Victoria kept a daily journal and wrote dozens and dozens of letters. On average she wrote 2,500 words a day, but she never managed to upload them successfully on Amazon. After her death, two of her daughters destroyed some of her writings, so we may have inherited a somewhat sanitized version of events. We can only imagine the erotica she wrote from one letter she wrote to her Dear Lord M about her wedding night in Buckingham Palace.


It was a gratifying and bewildering experience. I never, never spent such an evening. His excessive love and affection gave me feelings of heavenly love and happiness. He clasped me in his arms and we kissed each other again and again.”

Words fail me – until next week, stay safe. Oh, did you sign up for the newsletter? I hope so. Hre is the sign up sheet again.

Our Books Are Not Free

If only EVERY author decided to charge even a few cents for every book they have on sale, how long would it take to persuade the reading public not to expect free books? Can you think of anything else people expect for free?

Rainne's Ramblings

Guest post by Rose Montague, writer of Urban Fantasy/Young Adult books with a lot of humour and just a touch of romance.
Rose has worked both in a library as well as several bookstores. She lives in Elon, NC.


It started with a bit of a rant with my post on Facebook:

“Free, Free, Free…

I see it in my emails, on twitter, on my Facebook newsfeed, 20 free books, 400 books at 99 cents, sign up and get free books, enter to win 47 free books, 36 authors giving away eBooks at this event. I’m not participating, sorry.

How about a fun read at a reasonable price? That sounds like a good plan to me.”

Thirty minutes later, I added this in a second post:

“I’m thinking about doing an event called OUR BOOKS ARE NOT FREE.

No giveaways, no prizes, no incentives other than meeting authors and…

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