Yesterday I was on fire. I was so tired that I curled up beneath my desk during lunch and rested my head on the Yellow Pages and took a nap, but nevertheless I was on fire.
The Friend (with whom I will share a meal tonight) and I spent the day partaking in a marathon SMS and e-mail flirting session. So I was essentially horny and tired at the same time. I won't divulge, for a lady never tells ;), but the keywords for the day included:
French maid's uniform
strawberries and cream
Lionel Richie (don't ask)
My back seat
My stiletto heels
God it was fun. I really like this guy. He's a card.
Last minute Mozambique purchases are proving disorganised. Half the camping shop is strewn over my lounge carpet. I need to wrap last minute Christmas presents, have my malaria tablets delivered, buy last minute stuff, get petrol. And we have none. There's a serious, and quite frankly, annoying petrol shortage here at the moment. I'm surprised I got to work this morning.
48 hours. And counting.