30/09/2005
Nipple tassles, thongs, and a young man named Ian...
I do think it is important for friends to share the same sense of humour...
Needless to say laughter rang out around our table of 4 yesterday in the diner at the gallery.
One of our number is off to 'do' the Machu Pichu trek in Peru to raise money for charity and must get fit- hence the young man named Ian- shared, incidentally by another of our number (Ian is a personal trainer)
After Machu Pichu, comes Copacobana Beach... hence the nipple tassles and thong- though I suggested Margaret might look better in 'pasties' with flashing lights.
(Like me, Margaret does not have 'too much on top', so the flashing lights would help draw attention...)
After treking Margaret around her village with two medicine balls in her backpack for about an hour, Ian shoots off to Liz, where he tortures her with something called 'a ball' (Don't ask- I hold the view that my body is best preserved by never using it!)
Apparently this form of exercise involves some cavorting on a rubber mat (Please Don't Ask!)
Am I missing out here?
Anyway, hi girls! And Hi to Jane! Who was also there... but like me, Jane prefers to sample the delights of chocolate brownies in an all-over mouth exercise [Jane is a fantabulous semi-pro chef]- though we held back on the chocolate ice cream (why, Jane? Why did we do that?)
Zapped away to meet up with minimus, who had already made an appointment with the headmaster of her junior school for tea- how many children loved their school so much they are always wanting to go back?? Wonderful chat with lovely and dedicated man before minimus and I went out for dinner and then sadly went our separate ways, both with tears in our eyes (she went back to uni')
Minimus having been away at senior school for 7 years we're finding now that we cannot bear to be apart for even a moment. It's absolute hell letting go... But like Kahlil Gibran says, our children are the arrows and we are the bows from which they fly...
Fly safely, little one. I love you.
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Needless to say laughter rang out around our table of 4 yesterday in the diner at the gallery.
One of our number is off to 'do' the Machu Pichu trek in Peru to raise money for charity and must get fit- hence the young man named Ian- shared, incidentally by another of our number (Ian is a personal trainer)
After Machu Pichu, comes Copacobana Beach... hence the nipple tassles and thong- though I suggested Margaret might look better in 'pasties' with flashing lights.
(Like me, Margaret does not have 'too much on top', so the flashing lights would help draw attention...)
After treking Margaret around her village with two medicine balls in her backpack for about an hour, Ian shoots off to Liz, where he tortures her with something called 'a ball' (Don't ask- I hold the view that my body is best preserved by never using it!)
Apparently this form of exercise involves some cavorting on a rubber mat (Please Don't Ask!)
Am I missing out here?
Anyway, hi girls! And Hi to Jane! Who was also there... but like me, Jane prefers to sample the delights of chocolate brownies in an all-over mouth exercise [Jane is a fantabulous semi-pro chef]- though we held back on the chocolate ice cream (why, Jane? Why did we do that?)
Zapped away to meet up with minimus, who had already made an appointment with the headmaster of her junior school for tea- how many children loved their school so much they are always wanting to go back?? Wonderful chat with lovely and dedicated man before minimus and I went out for dinner and then sadly went our separate ways, both with tears in our eyes (she went back to uni')
Minimus having been away at senior school for 7 years we're finding now that we cannot bear to be apart for even a moment. It's absolute hell letting go... But like Kahlil Gibran says, our children are the arrows and we are the bows from which they fly...
Fly safely, little one. I love you.
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
