Bad luck!

My poor sailor - no sex, no dinner, no sailing and a sick dog - doesn't get much worse, does it? You'll remember me and him were going to meet up for an afternoon of filthy sex, but his wife decided to go - so that went out the window. Well, one sick dog means he doesn't even get to go and get pissed. You must be due some amazing run of good luck soon, I told him. But he doesn't believe me. Just looked at the clock - we would have been at it right now if the plan had worked. Imagine that - yes I know.

Still, moving on from bad luck and sick dogs, have applied to go to Spain, to do these intensive English courses for Spanish businessmen (yum) - well the plan is to do that, and then meet up with the doc for a second week and teach him something entirely different, and vice versa. So, got to get the oh used to me being away if I'm ever going to have a chance of having sex ever again.

I've also been checking out other people's blogs - golly some are filthy aren't they? Learnt a few things, I can tell you. But then, I do seem to be on a bit of a steep learning curve these days don't I regarding all things sexy! Maybe it's about time! Will keep up the research (!) and post some of the good ones on here, partly to remind me, and partly for you, so you guys can learn some things as well - once a teacher, always a teacher, lol.

Have also decided that I'm actually French - no, bear with me - you see French women go and have secret little affairs if their husbands don't cut the mustard, but they never ever confide in anyone, so they never get found out and embarrass themselves. An excellent role model if ever there was one. I did hear about a particularly messy fight and domestic type incident last week. Well, the main problem was, to my mind, that everyone knew too much about what everyone else was up to - if they'd all been a bit more discreet there wouldn't have been a problem. What do you think ? I must say, I wouldn't like to embarrass my family like that for anything, and that's partly why I don't tell anybody anything. The doc is always saying that I live dangerously, and he could be a serial killer, but I just say, come on, you're too nice. I really don't think I'm that bad a judge of character. So that's it, I'm now French - pragmatic about my needs, but discreet and secretive to a fault! Au revoir, et a demain! xxx