I've just googled Costa Calida, daniela, and suddenly my view of the electricity sub station looks even less picturesque than it did before. I can hear Costa Calida calling me.
To see life as either punishment or reward, you would have to believe it has been consciously given to us. If you don't believe that, then the question makes no sense.
Palm Oil, no I don't have a jealous girlfriend but I suspect that, if I did, your interest in me would increase manyfold. Still, I quite like you, even though all my instincts scream at me, don't be a moth to this dangerous flame.
Don't ask me to explain what I mean because I won't be able to, but it just seems to me that you tend to attract a particular kind of trouble, Palmfrond.
GG, I live alone in a one bedroom flat so putting a lock on the door never seemed necessary. I do have a small dog living here with me but it can't reach the door handle and it knows it is not allowed in there, anyway. Let's not worry about all the details now, we'll cross our bridges as we come to them, it will be more of an adventure if everything is left unplanned. I have only one stipulation: If I'm to be evicted from my single bed and my single bedroom, I must be allowed to take my new pillow with me. I only bought it yesterday and would hate to lose it so soon. I don't know where I'm going to sleep but at least my head will be comfortable. You said you like to garden. Well the garden to my flat is tiny so perhaps you'd like to bring yours with you, I'm sure we'll find room for it somewhere. You also said you liked the countryside, which seems a bit ironic, as I will probably be the one having to camp in it while you are snug and cozy in what was once my bedroom. It is actually quite a pleasant bedroom, the only problem with it is that you may find that you occasionally wake in the early hours and have to get up and go for a pee but the bathroom is close by so it's not too inconvenient. Oh, GG, my head is just spinning with the thought of it all, let's just make this happen asap before the anticipation gets the better of me.
That sinking feeling.
I'm sorry, molly, but it's not my fault I keep bobbing back up.