A Weekend Away With Helicopter Boy

There’s nothing I love more in Winter than escaping to a little vineyard in the countryside. I am currently toasting myself in front of the fire with a bottle of wine and a delicious cheese platter, which reminds me of possibly the most romantic Winter weekend I ever spent with Mr P.S. To all my lovely readers – Enjoy this little trip down memory lane and to my darling Mr P.S I simply can’t wait to see you in London.

August 19, 2014.

Lately I have been the subject of something called ‘chevaleresque’ as the gorgeous French designer at work calls it.

For the rest of us mere mortals, chevaleresque means chivalry, still don’t understand what it is?

Oh! That’s because it doesn’t exist anymore. Well it didn’t in my fickle little world until I met Mr R which subsequently triggered some sort of bizarre ripple effect in my personal life.

As Mr R packed up and disappeared back to Costa Rica I was ready to settle into the Winter alone with my Target bear onesie, a minuscule hot water bottle (that doesn’t even cover one bum cheek) and enough cookies and cream Quest Bars to fuel an entire army.

That was of course until I met Mr P.S completely by accident.

Ohhh Mr P.S

Long story short Mr P.S and I met at a new bar in Double Bay called Casablanca.

We locked eyes from across the room (duh) and as he was leaving he slipped me a piece of paper.
which said:

Dear brunette with green eyes,

Your friend looks angry, maybe you should get her something to eat?


P.S I’d love to see you again my number is …

It was the best note and P.S I had ever received.

Since then he’s put every man I’ve ever dated to shame by sending bunches of flowers, tickets and even organising a romantic escape to the Hunter Valley.
I can’t stay it’s unpleasant dating someone who does everything in excess. I mean…

You can stay at a B&B or you can stay at Chateau Elan…

You can stop and grab something quick to eat or you can cosy in for a three course meal.
You can get the courtesy bus to a winery or you can get a private helicopter…

Provided it stays parked outside Peterson’s Champagne House while you sample the extensive range of bubbly.


Helicopter boy please take us back to the Chateau for dinner!

You can order in or you can have a 400 day grain fed, premium piece of meat and a bottle of wine chosen especially for the occasion..

You can be a skinny bitch and have the meal without gravy or you can be a big fatty like me and drown the meat in a pool of sticky deliciousness.

You can walk back to your room or you can have a private buggy drive you straight to the front door of your villa.

You can watch TV or you can watch the sunset and think how the hell did I get so lucky?

You can date a man who is too afraid to be romantic or you can have a man who never underestimates the importance of those finer details…

Like rose petals on the bed.
I don’t want to brag but I feel as those I’ve picked Mr P.S straight out of the Silver Screen. Whenever I’m on a date with him it feels like I’m in a movie.
I know that half of you reading this are currently making vomiting noises – but dammit! I just don’t care.
Chivalry/chevaleresque whatever you want to call it, does still exist. Clearly.
Let’s see how long he can stay in character shall we, and pray to the heavens that it never falls to shit.
What are the odds do you think? Ok maybe don’t answer that.
Just let me enjoy the beginning of this love story.
P x
Miss P
About me

Heaven on Bourke is a lifestyle blog created by Miss P, a twenty-something author of a Pleasure Guide pamphlet most commonly found in luxe vibrator boxes. True story! She loves to travel between her beachy hometown of Noosa and London's upmarket Notting Hill, where she writes a smut column for a lingerie empire. Off duty, Miss P brunches in the city and dates many interesting characters. All findings on real life, sex and love are recorded in this honest lifestyle blog for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy gorgeous!


Alli Holmes
Reply August 22, 2014

....loving the story thus far.....more?

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