In which we talk about alcohol and sober sex.
I have been quiet recently, haven’t I. I keep thinking ‘Ooh, I really should blog about that,’ (i.e. media puritans, societal depression, and various alcohol issues) and then getting distracted. Let’s just say I have been wrangling with stuff. Annoying life stuff. The NHS is involved. I would not have planned this for all the carrots in Brittany.
Guess what. I want to be on a beach with a pile of paperbacks and then walk up a rock path and wooden steps to a gorgeous little guesthouse full of, um, really cool people. OK, sorry about the last bit, but it would be really nice. ‘Nice’ doesn’t cover it actually. Thought I was losing my memory the other week, but I think it was just impending postality, which I have managed to stay on top of, just.
