Yes, my only entry about this long Tuscan break is for you, my truly loyal, ravishingly beautiful, incredibly talented, awfully funny, endearingly clumsy, top-totty travel companion: Lady Caterina Vestibule of the Great Northern Lakes.
Words cannot describe the pleasure of waking up to your smile every day, and of stumbling to bed a little too intoxicated by your side every night. Just a handful of unforgettable memories. The acid madness. The glorious sunsets. The endless baking and cooking for the ever-present armies of fabulous friends. The Rufus and Bonnie Prince Billy playing in the background. The Buffy nights with cheese and bakes. The making and unmaking of beds. The taming of waves on wobbly dingies. The noise of hoes digging the ground. The sight of your painted toes as I drove up and down the Tuscan hills. And of course, the rows of empty bottles of red wine...
So here's to you, a big thank you for making this the most amazing holiday of my life.
6 comments:
who you calling a hoe?
was there for half of this. i feel privileged. i love you both
Darling, would do it all again tomorrow.... now stop it, you're making me blush.....
totty! you did it! by jove, you managed to post a comment on alberto's bloody awkward blog. it was the lashings of red wine. and generous fag fumes that saw you through it. quick chortle, now casting nostalgia to the dogs (or maude) about our next gay jaunt to the countryside..........
I know. I am the top totty of technology... bring it on, sweetie, with lashings of whatever we choose to lash with...
bloody awkward blog!??! from what pulpit!!!
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