a long bath oil a white towel drip drying in the sun mangoes peaches a picnic falling sleeping at the picnic bare feet a sundress spaghetti straps and an old straw hat starting a new book never wanting to put it down eating two chocolate … Continue reading What makes a Sunday
One of the comments on my blog this week was from a woman who works as an escort in Spain. ‘I found your blog’ she wrote. ‘I work for an escort agency in Europe and would be very keen to collaborate with you. Please let … Continue reading Escorts, hookers, call girls, me
Roses are red Violets are blue I’m just not in the mood How about you?
I’m a bit obsessed with the Netflix show ‘Santa Clarita Diet’ and have been talking to a long distance friend about it. The wit, the dialogue, the brilliance of it all, the thighs, the giblets, the tastiness of dead men. So on my walk this … Continue reading Sex and cannibals
Things are not going so well on the love front and may I just say that I hate Valentine’s Day and I hate this stupid bloody couple who are in love and beautiful and kissing on the sidewalk in front of me. Hate them. And … Continue reading Ugh, Love
I find it tricky when people ask me questions about myself. I never have straightforward answers. I’m terrible at small talk, I say. I’m not very good at parties. I quite like being outdoors. I’m a coffee addict, a mother, dog lover, traveller, wanna be … Continue reading Me
do you ever just smile on an afternoon walk remembering old things? I do.