“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”

Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we?  As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with Date #7, partially because I know if I do I’ll end up with a terrible case of “analysis paralysis” but also because Date #7’s been known to stop by…

Bemused upon the Bus

Whilst schlepping from one time zone to another, there comes a time when you need to stop, take stock of your growing laundry pile and Do Something about It. For me, the moment in question coincided with my return to England: the land of upright showers and, more importantly, Primark.  I could wash my delicates…