Happy Doc!

I've had quite a quiet and boring weekend - which is actually quite nice sometimes, especially when it's so bloody cold out. Not heard from the sailor - but then I don't usually, especially as I used him up and wore him out on Friday!! Been talking to the doc though - things are much better at home, and he's back living at home. I'm very relieved for him, he was quite upset and lonely, and I just wanted to crawl down the phone and give him a hug.

Anyway, we had a nice chat - I said to him at one point, and I really think it's true, that we don't need to talk all the time, and it doesn't matter if we don't, but it's still always great when we do. And perhaps we would be like that in bed. Wouldn't that be just perfect. Still hoping to meet up this month, but it is a little doubtful for both of us, but as I said to him, it doesn't really matter, we're not going anywhere are we? Still it would be nice.

I was telling him about this brilliant thing I read about doctors in the nineteenth century. Well, it seems many women went to the doctor with womb fever - and it sounds to me like they just weren't getting enough (a bit like me!). Well, the cure was for the doctor to give them pelvic massage - yes, it is what you think - until they came. Seems the poor doctors got a bit tired of doing this, so they invented, yes, the vibrator!!! Well, he said, what's the symptoms of womb fever, and one was the good old victorian hysteria. Well, I could almost hear him running away - hysterical women still have that effect don't they. I said, I think they just weren't getting enough, so obviously me and you is a match made in heaven. Oh, god, he said, buy a vibrator for god's sake, cos I'm going to be exhausted! Love him. xxx But isn't it fascinating that women were in my position even then? But with no internet or anything. Funny, no one offered me pelvic massage at the doctor's, but then the doc said he'd be struck off now for that shite. Not by me he won't. See you xx