This is my first ever post, I know am soooo behind the times.
My day as a whole has been boring, mindless cleaning the house and walking the dog, taking the dog to the vets, etc.
However through all the mundane-ness I have found a saviour in the book 'The further adventures of a London call girl'
At first i though 'just another chick lit novel' but i was oh so wrong. The book is doing strange things to me. I bought new black underwear to surprise my better half, I sent him naughty photos to gte him in the mood before he came round.
In short the book has turned me into some sort of sex demanding diva! and it's ace...or it would be if my boyfriend decided to play along. He didn't. He wanted to snuggle up with a chinese and a film!
Am not ungrateful because I love all the time i spend with him, we don't get to see each other often enough.
But he's gone home now...and i'm left with my book, hehe!