My eyes snapped open to a beautifully hot sunfilled room at 12 noon after a very late night of webcam naughtiness and an overly moorish bottle of Rosé. Primal instincts took over me (blame the sunshine) and I began to kiss, nibble and suck the pillows of love, which gently rose and fell with each breath. I heard a sweet stirring so glanced up to see a grin the Cheshire Cat would struggle to make. Morning Love was made and very much enjoyed. Details of this are unimportant, it is what happened next which prompted this post.

Tea, hot sweet and milky was arrived. The sofa got it’s first dose of bum for the day. We sat for a few minutes in silence, it was golden. Yes, far too many small sentences. Get to the point man! OK but I just have to say.. this is embarrassing I’d rather give details of the sex, but here goes.

We had a psychic moment, a mind meld, a moment of undeniable synchronicity. Someone from our past, assumed lost to the raging torrent of high culture the eejit box spits out. It was none other than Margarita Pracatan! The Enigma. She invaded our minds, now you can have her too. xx