Oglers (or legs – anag.)

Weather is looking quite promising this weekend. Lovely this morning so I have a rather pretty floral patterned dress on today and some strappy off-white sandals. I feel quite sexy in dresses. I get the bus to work and when my legs are on show I feel as if I’m being stared at. Uncomfortable but nice – that’s if the stares are approving stares.
I do like it when adolescent schoolboys are doing the staring. I cross my legs and stare back.
Such red faces!

I’m afraid my underwear is a bit boring though; white cotton bra and panties.

Although this is a holiday weekend I’m afraid Yours Truly has to work on the Monday, which is a bit crap if the weather is to be nice. I’d like to get a bit of sun on Saturday or Sunday but my little bit of (shared) garden isn’t really conducive to sporting a bikini.

Hot Hot Hot

Phew, it was hot.
I mean hot.
Over 90 degrees every day.
Loved every minute, despite being a single girl in a strange land.
Last weekend before I went I treated myself to six new bikinis. Not expensive ones – I just wanted a different one for each day by the pool.
Had a full leg wax too and got my other ‘bit’ done too.
ALL OF IT!
God it was painful!
Unless you’ve had it done you might not ‘get’ what I’m about to say, but there’s something very liberating about having no hair ‘down there’. Strange, sexy, smooth.

Corfu was great!
The Greeks are so, so friendly.
Arillas is a lovely spot. A small, quiet and relaxing resort which was just what I was needing.

Thanks to Linda and Kate from England for allowing me to join them in the evenings for a meal and drinks. Lots of drinks I seem to remember!
Apologies to Steven for not letting you get into my panties.
If by some chance you are reading this – I WAS VERY TEMPTED! Sorry!
And in hindsight, I wish I had.

Now I’m back at work.
Glasgow seems so dull, almost depressing after Corfu.
It’s as if someone has turned the brightness down, like you do on your TV.

I wish I was back in the sun.

I want to live by the sea.

Somebody rescue me.