It being a beautiful day we went for a walk by the sea today. A sandy beach, a blue sky and gentle waves lapping invitingly on the shore. I immediately slipped off my sandals and paddled. He didn't. He never does. Neither did any other bloke on the beach, but most of the women were in there splashing in the shallows. Is there some deep rooted instinct that draws a woman into the water and man's inner little boy fear of cleanliness?
On being called Darling and Love
What are you avoiding doing in this heat?






