Today at work sucked. I cannot be bothered with the details but the title will give you an idea.
I’m still too delicate to post about my holiday. But here is a picture of me and Girlie Number 2 at The Arena in Verona.
The lovely man cooked me dinner, gave me wine and let me cry on his shoulder. I think I’m on to a winner here. He told me that he missed me while I was gone. He made me smile through my tears. Oh and he is a kick ass cook.