Hello Again, Everyone

A small detour on my progress to the wilds of the North.

The male and I were in the Stibbington diner while the male was powdering his nose in the gents, I realised from looking at the map that we were less than an hour’s drive from my old friend Janette’s house.  So we decided to push off to see her and two sweet sproglets somewhere in the vicinity of Kings Lynn.  The male that I share living space with has always taken a very dim view of my friend Janette – he feels that she is of a somewhat flighty disposition – so I don’t get to see her very much.  Naturally, the male I don’t share living space with is horrified by this censorship of my friends by the male I DO share living space with, so this was a valuable, not to be missed opportunity to introduce the male to Her Flightiness. 

Her flightiness and I shared many adventures as younger women (well actually it was usually Her Flightiness that had the adventures and me who lined up the bottles of vodka and tissues for the almost inevitable tears of Her Flightiness after one of her adventures went wrong).  Anyway, age has not wearied Her Flightiness, and she is still as man mad as she ever was..in fact if anything, she seems to have got worse.

Her flightiness has never been backward in coming forward and is quite happy to discuss all matters sexual in front of whoever happens to be in the vicinity.  Now, the male, coming from the land of the windmills believes that he is Mr ‘say it how it is’ Blunt.  However, he had met his match in Her Flightiness.  His face as she explained her boyfriend’s erectile issues was a sight I shall never forget – his mouth dropped even further open as he heard about how she drove halfway across the country naked but for stockings and suspenders under a raincoat to visit the object of her affections on Valentines Day. 

Fortunately we only stayed for about an hour, before I packed a rather dazed male into the car before HF decided to eat him alive.  We then continued north on our progress.

The male remained in a state of trauma for some time afterwards.

Portia