Frenchie_Loveday: Stunning on a good day Passable on a bad one.

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okay here we go this curvy bosomy blonde Hons grad, widow of an Academic loves life, nature, well educated, well spoken and feels it time to find another person to love. Love the sea never get sea sick, sailed on a catamaran, but always wanted to try a canal boat and go up in a balloon, fly fishing, standing in the river, being part of it fast flowing, fished with non barbed hooks, only fished for my supper.
Love all things french, the food, the pace of life, the perfume, the people. Towns good for concerts/operas and museums/galleries the children section in the museums is the best. Holidaying in France watching a hare in a field amongst the red poppies while sipping hot coffee and croissants. Love italy for the same reasons. Always ready to try new things new idea l want to make an animated film, write at least three books, complete two large canvases and see the rest of the world I have missed. of course I shall have to live until I an 120 years old to get it all done!!
Love all sweet smelling flowers, to day I saw a beautiful peacock butterfly and a large tortishell butterfly, now i know why I leave the stinging nettles in the garden once saw a beautiful white admiral glide by and the largest dragonfly we have in this country yellow and black like a wasp, was scary, thats why i call my garden the 'lost gardens of sussex'
I hate confrontations and deplore moody, selfish and spiteful people what do I have to offer? somebody who is faithful, honest and kind who cares.

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Somebody who cares about this world like David Attenborough, somebody who has integrity such as the character Morse, somebody who knows how to love a woman like the metaphysical poet John Donne. I don't care if you are ugly, fat, thin, bald, as long as you have a kind personality, and a sense of humour able to laugh at yourself and me. Knows a cross word is not the end of the world because making up is such fun. senses my thoughts before I say them, loves cuddles and kisses,kisses oh yes kisses until we run out of oxygen we should grasp life with both hands and enjoy each other to the full. A warm house, good food, sweet smelling bed linen these are the precious things that cost little, shut the door and its just us.
When did you last hold a real woman in your arms, not a stick insect or a barbie doll, one who is impossible but makes you laugh at life. He is not afraid of intimacy, not afraid to say what he thinks nor afraid to hear what I think, yes we are all a little battered and frayed at the edges its what life does to us, what makes a persian carpet so beautiful? the deliberate mistake in it, and that sums up us all, how boring we would be if we were perfect….
so number ?….. its time to come in your time is up and I am waiting on the shore looking for you be prepared to be cuddled and kissed…much laughter….

Ethnicity

traced the family tree to Somerset in the 1600's, Devon and Cornwall, right up to the other end of the country the Orkney Isles where we have scots, french and norwegian ancestors. whole range of characters from doctors, surgeons, actors, opera singe

Education

Marylebone School London Our Ladys Convent for Girls Horsham School of Art Diploma Royal Academy of Music age 10 for voice. University of Brighton for Hons Degree. College for teaching cert.

Religion

If I had to choose it would be the Quakers or Friends because they accept all faiths. I also feel at one with spirituality

Occupation

retired art lecturer/teacher taught in all mediums all over the world still teach on line occasionally for free,last pupil a nun I taught how to paint icons, she is now teaching nuns in Africa. Number of my pupils are now teachers in their own right.

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