A Clandestine Christmas

A Country House Hotel.

A stolen night, the whole night.

An attentive lover.

Freshly painted toe nails.

Two glasses of chilled white wine.

Intimate gifts exchanged.

Romantic, erotic.

Heady and strong.

Bugger! My period.

I always time it wrong!

Unbelievable

I am having a lovely time at the moment. I am really enjoying being me.

Yesterday I arrived at work to find a huge vase of flowers from an appreciative client. The job had been easy, the client delightful. I wish they were all like that.

In the evening I was told I could be 'Rhodesian'. I believe he was making reference to my pioneering spirit. He certainly meant it as a compliment, being Rhodesian ( not! Zimbabwean) himself.

This morning I've received a case of wine and been told I'm lovely... gorgeous,even, from a person of certain discernment.

I did flick a V at my hairdresser on my way to work. He'd been pipping to get my attention, not because I'd crossed in front of him whilst sending a text rather than looking where I was going. Fortunately, he found it funny. But then he would, 'cos I'm lovely.

My Fabulous Sister

We're a gifted family. I got all the brains and Katy Krunch got all the looks, creativity, talent and style.

She's just launched her own company and has already been featured by Times Online.

Go see what she does. You might spot the odd offspring of Cherrypie as you mosey around the site. ( Tip-click on the purple word and it will take you straight there).

That's us on the right. I still look just like that middle picture to this day.