While I was battling with the elements, L was on the pull at the swimming pool and conversing with some minimally clad hunk (he probably flip turns as well). She tells me his proclamation of ‘all yours’ was referring to his hand over of the empty pool to her. I'm not so sure, I reckon he was probably hedging his bets.
Yay it’s Friday. Hopefully the wind will be blowing my way and will powered me home in record time. I need to take L’s mind off her pool buoy.
(Friday 5th February)