After last night's intense burst of... I don't know what it was, I woke this morning feeling very lonely. And the wanderlust was back, too. Couple those with the fact that a few days ago I'd seen an all-inclusive holiday in a travel agent's window for Lanzarote in the first week of September for what seemed a reasonable amount of money.
"I should see if CC fancies this," I thought to myself.
That was swiftly followed by:
"Are you fucking mad?"
For starters, it really wouldn't be my kind of holiday. Second of all, do I really want to spend a week in CC's company? I've had experience of that, and it wasn't my thing, even if I did get to rub suntan lotion into her skin and see her in a selection of bikinis.
And I think Sports Girl lives in Lanzarote these days. Do I really want to bump into her (even though it's really unlikely)?
So, yeah, I put that idea to bed sharpish.
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