...Another very important thing: Me and my hot Pom were trying to find each other last night and it just didn't materialise.
Don't you just hate that, although I got to say goodbye just now. He's just lovely.
So as we're talking, my bikini top decided to unravel itself from around my neck and fall. The. Fuck. Down.
We were having a conversation about trying to patch our night together and it fell down, but the worst thing? I didn't even notice.
How does one not notice the cool ocean breeze on one's bear breasts I ask you?
He was too polite to say anything, oh dear.
He works in the Brussels office. Bit of a pity. Well there's always next year's conference.