Reflections

It’s been a reflective weekend.

Went back to work on Monday to ‘face the music’ so to speak. Had a brief but frank chat with my boss about the dirty deed. Told him it was a one-off, that I was feeling vulnerable and that I didn’t think it was prudent for a family man to try to continue it any way. He said he agreed and I think that’s the end of it. I have to admit that I did enjoy the sex bit, but maybe that’s because I was in control.

Had quite a nice weekend. Spent most of Saturday with my girl friend in several pubs drinking lots of wine and  generally getting pissed. Went back to my flat and drank some more and we both crashed out on the sofa.
Sunday was a bit of a lost day (like New Years Day can be) and I can’t remember doing much other that watching the Spain v Germany game.

Talking of reflections, I had a look at my waxing job in the mirror last night. I thought you were supposed to stay smooth for longer than two and a half weeks. See the picture below. Sorry boys (and girls?) but I had to crop it.

Seems to be growing in kinda fast, although I have a fairly heavy growth down there. Bit of waste of money although it did feel really good for the first few days. Who knows, maybe I’ll go for the exact opposite looknow, just for a change.

Anyway, as I was looking in the mirror I thought, ‘My rabbit would probably like that’.

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.