here's my reward.
here's my supper and australian shiraz...in a teacup.
here's my new boyfriend and historian consultant for the bbc.
and the last stage of my bruise. charming, i know.
a lovely, thoughtful woman at work is letting me borrow this for a week or so. i didn't want it at first, but i felt like this was God's way of telling me he loves and provides for me. so far, it's working out.
i have 3 flats lined up for tomorrow. i'm secretly banking on the last appointment - it's the closet to the sea (and the cheapest rent). i can see the building from outside my hotel window. i know the area...i've had all week to observe. (wink wink).
2 comments:
looks beautiful down there. would love to come visit you when you are all set up! i know all too well what you are going through so don't hesitate to call me at all..anytime.
and for the record...i still get lost ON FOOT they don't have street signs, or rather they don't believe in them, and if they do they are usually posted 500 meters on the top of some building that you can hardly see.
OK, I know I'm over 50 and technologically challenged but, that thing the nice lady at work lent you... what is it??
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