Is The World An Oyster?

I’ve been thinking a lot about me recently. I think I need a change. No, changes. I don’t think I’m happy in Glasgow. I try to like it, telling myself it’s nicer than some people would have you believe. Sure it’s got some fine bars and restaurants, and the shopping is fabulous. But in the cold light of day it’s no Paris, Barcelona or even London which I’m not fond of. This is Wednesday and the rain has finally stopped. It’s been on non-stop since Sunday night. It’s depressing and grey and it makes me depressed and grey. The brightest thing about today is my red underwear. I’m glad I’m going to Spain, even if it is with ‘Him’. I need some real daylight.

Then there’s my job. Not so much a change of job that’s required, more a rich man which would allow me to give up this work thing for ever. I really don’t want to work. The people here are OK and Linda has been a great friend.

I sometimes talk about being lonely but whilst I think I crave companionship, deep down I’m fairly sure I’m a bit of a loner. I’ve become used to me and I think I quite like me.

I’m going to do some serious thinking in Spain about my future.

I don’t like Glasgow
I don’t like my job
I have savings
Time to seriously move on?

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.