The Call Girls Guide to London

The day-to-day life of a London escort/call girl.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Update !

So it's been a while and I'm pleased to report the mice are gone thank goodness.
The personal training is still fantastic although I missed a session last week - and felt the wrath of my marine core-esque trainer (can't say it was an altogether unpleasant experience!).
Even though trainers are expensive they are totally worth it is a great on-line resource for those that lack the funds. So no excuses ;)

Work wise things have been fantastic I recently enjoyed a long weekend in a fantastic little town, staying on for a few extra days and meeting some very interesting boys and girls (you know who you are purrrrr).
Mr NYC is a dedicated follower of the arts and also super spiritual and as such educated me in a few new Tao techniques which I shall be investigating further. (Thank you darling see you in September!).

The most note worthy thing that happened on my travels was the loss of a dear friend.
It was dreadfully and happened in the powder room of a well known sushi restaurant.
No dear reader it was not a life claimed by 'Fugu', but by a flick of a wrist.

Whilst rather animatedly discussing Tony Blair with a female friend, (a friend who I might add has been pretending for 6 months to have been cured of smoking by Allen Carr.)I was reaching the crescendo at the same time as she was flushing the cigarette end.
Clasp of my beloved diamond bracelet failed me and spun in a whirlpool to it's watery death.

I demanded that the staff call a plumber to remove it from the U bend but was told in no uncertain terms that this would not be possible.

I was consoled a little by my dining companions but the evening never quite recovered.

Everything happens for a reason - and this has served to educate me about insurance, and being accomplice to naughty schoolgirl like smoking habits.

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