Sophie Berkshire escort

One more sleep, then I am off to Surbiton. As always, I am intending to mix business with pleasure. Well us girls do that anyway a lot of the time. hard life eh  I have a couple of friends in the area, so am hoping that we will be able to meet up for a natter.

Actually, I am climbing the walls, bored stiff. I have been waiting for a courier since 9am, and was really praying that he may have arrived by now. It’s now 4.30pm, and as many of you know, I can’t stand still for two minutes. Arrghhh ! 

Talking of praying, a couple of weeks ago I attended a funeral. Not so sad, as the person had long term cancer. My personal opinion is that when you have little quality of life left, death is the kindest release. His grandson actually turned up in a cowboy costume. For me, the worst part of any church service is the sermon. Having spent way too much time in a certain place of worship in my former years, it always amused me how the resident canons managed to deliver a succinct, to the point speech, full of incite and wisdom. Many were downhearted to see that there was a visiting vicar or whatever, as they used to take this as their big moment of glory. It wasn’t unheard of to be sitting listening to their waffle for over an hour. You would see the congregation shuffling with relief as the speaker paused, thinking that he may just have finished, only for him to take a deep breath and go off on one again. Anyway I digress, back to the funeral. I was dreading the sermon, only to find myself listening to the most comical delivery from a vicar that I have ever witnessed. First he called the deceased a cantankerous sod, then proceeded to say that love is often used as a bargaining tool, ” if you loved me you would ….. , gentlemen in the congregation you know what I am talking about !”. I was sitting next to my mother who pretended she didn’t get it. Unfortunately I had already laughed before I thought it through. Whoops.

Anyways, I’ll shut up now and leave you to it.

Chat soon

Sophie

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I am now back from my holiday in Gran Canaria sporting a lovely tan. It was 22 degrees. Not too hot, just pleasant. Scorching sunny periods punctuated by the odd rainy shower. Super. A friend went to Marrakech at the same time, and it only went to 24 degrees there, it is a much longer flight so all in all we didn’t do too badly I don’t think. As a massive seafood fan, I always look forward to sampling some of the local dishes when travelling, and this trip didn’t disappoint. Unfortunately for the guys in our group, the better restaurants were in the gay area of Maspolomas ( I am sure that there are others, but these were recommended). Adverts for such things as glory holes and naked clubs nights except for shoes raised a few eyebrows, as did the club that was playing ” It’s raining Men ” , although one of them was singing it all the next day by the pool. Funny.
Anyway, I am back now, looking forward to seeing old friends and new.

Chat soon

Sophie

xxx