A Promise is a Promise

My FAVE girl in the world promised me a week or so ago that she’d make the trip from Wales to come and see me. End of July. Beginning of August time.

Ha! Got you my Travel Partner around the World in Crime.

So there. So fair!

It’s been far too long (stupid fake bug!) since we’ve been together and danced on my kitchen table.

Or sorted out my 100 tons of washing/ironing wearing knickers on our heads. Or been mugged. Or been served strawberry, vanilla and basil ice cream. Or been told to be quiet on an aeroplane. Or been almost seduced by French or Italian waiters. Or……just been US being us.

Dance the Night Away? There’s lovely.

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