Those of you who read IVV will know that I like to indulge in wine. It’s probably the French Connection. Sometimes it makes me feel guilty but most of the time it makes me feel good.
Wine generates thoughts in wondrous ways. A lot of the time things make sense. A lot of the time things seem funnier. And a lot of the time things seem sexier. Sometimes it’s all three.
Take last night for example. I was watching the weather on TV being presented by a rather nice Weather Girl. I forget her name but she was very attractive, nice smile, held herself well, nicely dressed – you know, ticked all the boxes. I understood perfectly what she was telling me but then my mind started to wander.
It was the words and phrases she was using that were making me smile and, to be frank, a bit horny.
“There’s a warm front coming”. Really?
“I can guarantee it’ll be dirty and mucky later”. Gulp.
“And it’ll be soaking wet tonight”. Oo er.
I must admit I shifted in my seat a little.
Until she started talking about wind.
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