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damigellaProbably inspired by my own recent post, I went to the chocolatier in Geneva and spent 250 swiss francs of chocolate - almost all I "earned" by giving three hours of talks. I'm trying hard not to look up how much that is in Euros or Dollars. Mea culpa, mea culpa,... all I can say is that I'm going to be a good girl and share.
My neighbor on the plane looked at me writing and asked me if I was a novelist. As I was putting the finishing touches on my smuffy RPF, I just hope he didn't quite read what was going on. We had a very pleasant chat.
When I picked up my car in the airport parking lot at 10.30pm I discovered the front lights didn't work. There followed 20 scary miles. Probably a punishment for my sins of gluttony and lust.
My neighbor on the plane looked at me writing and asked me if I was a novelist. As I was putting the finishing touches on my smuffy RPF, I just hope he didn't quite read what was going on. We had a very pleasant chat.
When I picked up my car in the airport parking lot at 10.30pm I discovered the front lights didn't work. There followed 20 scary miles. Probably a punishment for my sins of gluttony and lust.