Not looking forward to being back . . .

Just had a lovely, relaxing week at home with J and the children. We’d decided not to go abroad this year and split our holiday into two separate weeks (easy for me, not so easy for J).

We’ve spent days at the seaside, at Kew and Greenwich, and I had a shopping day on Friday with my daughter. It’s been really nice and I’m not looking forward to having to be back in the office on Monday.

For everyone who messaged from my Facebook and Twitter Note . . . yes it was a wonderful day with J !!!

I’d texted V to ask if he’d mind if we “borrowed” his apartment for a day and he called the next morning to say he’d “be delighted” for us to spend some time together there. His call was even more interesting because I was in the garden when he called, and J answered my mobile from where I’d left it in the kitchen. He found it quite a turn-on hearing V’s voice on the phone and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when he strode into the garden holding out my mobile and saying “it’s your man!”.

V obviously also enjoyed the fact that J had picked-up, telling me how “civilised it makes everything seem to speak with each other”. Sometimes when he hasn’t been speaking English for a while, his choice of words is not always contextually right, but in this instance his words were exactly correct.

We told the children we would be spending the day at The Tate Gallery, and they were welcome to come with us . . . but surprise, surprise they both declined. “Too boring looking at Art all day”.

But it was anything but boring. We just had a wonderful time. Showering when we arrived (J loves the large open-plan shower!) and then spending the whole afternoon lounging naked in V’s apartment. We had the doors to the balcony open, and could (discreetly!!!) look down to the River. The gentle breeze coming-in through the curtains was lovely and just added to our enjoyment . . . made us feel quite decadent moving about naked and relaxed.

We made love on the sofa . . . and then again later in the bedroom, again with the doors to the balcony open. Each time we dozed for an hour or so . . . and woke each other with kisses and caresses . . . and more kisses! Really, really lovely . . . and wonderful to have such a long, and gentle and lazy time together, completely on our own

As we’d journeyed by tube and taxi, J was able to share more wine with me than he normally would if we go out together. (I had to make him several strong coffees late in the afternoon as we tidied-up and prepared to leave !!!)

We stopped on our way home to have a nice meal at a favourite restaurant we hadn’t visited for years. Quite romantic to be able to sit and talk together on our own. As I said to J, it was almost like being lovers!!!

We hadn’t taken a “duvet day” together for ages . . . we’ve promised each other to do it again more often!!!


Best wishes - Edith
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