I love my name 'Belle', it's what my friends and closest, loveliest family call me and the name Mirabelle was given by my late parents who named me after a plum. It's a specialty of the French region of Lorraine, either made into delectable jam, or eau de vie. As I adore both, that was how my loved ones came to call me. So far, all good. Except the other half of my family are an insufferable bunch of notorious aristocrats and worse, are descending upon us in the latter part of next week. They are uninvited, inquistive and elitist. They have no right to invade my little place of peace and calm. How do I refuse them without being uncivil?
'If you think education is expensive, try estimating the cost of ignorance'.
- Howard Gardner