Well, my home-to-be has nearly burned through the earth’s crust.
I am past the point of exhaustion.
My donor wants my ass. And not in the Valentine way. But something more resembling a prison scene.
My guy is being gorgeous in his support of my overstress. But right now is having yet another World Of Beer lunch! And this drives me insane with jealousy.
I am scanning my new life options. Come five months time. Sala Kahle SA….for 3 or so years.
In just five months, I am (we are!) up and outta here, for a whole new continent. A whole new life styling. Travel adventures abounding.
And the latest question seems to be, “Babe, my mom wants to know if you’re going to make sandwiches for me to take for lunch while we’re over there”.
Fck. I knew Australia was far away. I didn’t realise it was as far from us as being back in the 1950s!!
Needless to say. There was no sex for him last night.