This broad is going abroad this weekend so there will be no posts for a while, unless I stumble upon an internet cafe and I have something riveting to impart to you (which seems unlikely). The long range weather forecast reports ‘beautiful and warm with plenty of sunshine, 33°C.
‘Fear Of Flying’ was the first erotic book I read (I was thirteen), but it’s also something I suffer from. Despite all the technical explanations (thrust and lift and pressure and stuff) I still can’t quite fathom how something as big as a plane can stay in the air.
It’s my birthday on Saturday, so I’ll be celebrating alone (unless 200 Easyjet passengers decide to join in).
See you all when I get back.
Hugs,
V xxx
