People at work last night were rather preoccupied with the weather forecast, given that there were threats of 80 MPH winds and heavy snow, but, in the event, little of real significance materialised, in this part of the world, at least. It was unpleasantly cold and wet when I left work this morning, and, by the time I got back to 'domicile-ville', it had started to snow a little, but it was very wet and sleety stuff, and didn't show any sign of settling. In such circumstances, though, you never quite know what you're going to find when you next look out of the window, but when I was woken up this afternoon, by the deputy manager of the place where my accommodation is, bringing round some character doing a building survey, a scenario I wasn't, predictably, all that happy about, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a flake of snow in sight, which was a scenario I was happy with. It was still bloody cold, though, when I took advantage of my curtailed sleep to go out and do some shopping. Winter certainly seems to have asserted itself.
I've been re-reading a story on Nifty over the last day or two, and while it will doubtless never be the subject of a major literary award, my meaningless vote goes to Leo as the most heart-stoppingly sexy character in the history of erotic fiction. Maybe some psychologist, following the link, might be able to come up with a deep and meaningful theory for the roots of my sexuality as a result, who knows? I'll just settle for the vicarious thrills!
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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