Oooh!  I just had a virus warning!  Can you die from them...?  ha ha!

I'm thinking 'fembot'... I'm thinking machine gun tits... I'm thinking bullets sparking off my titanium skull as I walk relentlessly towards my assailant and sink my steel fangs into his feeble pink flesh.

I'm also thinking that Wednesday is shopping day! :-)  I need some ladies things (;-), some sourdough bread (for dipping in my garlic and clove egg bake), some candles (for emergencies... not THOSE emergencies!), ground coffee, a huge sack of basmati (running out), some eggplant (which you Brits persist in calling 'aubergine' but is actually 'badenjan'), some 'live' yoghourt (please observe the correct Dutch spelling... not the silly American phonetic one!)... Halal meat (lamb and chicken), probably some chocolate (70% or above), ok... definitely some chocolate... and anything pretty, sexy, provocative or just plain 'slutty' I see! :-)

 I love shopping.  I know that's unusual for a woman, but I'm not your average kind of 'gal'!

 Maybe I should start a new kind of fantasy?  Where I only ever shop for pet food, constantly have a 'fag' hanging out of my mouth... never eat anything that isn't covered in pastry, cough every time I laugh... and refer to my vagina as my 'citadel'? 

Then my boyfriend can come home... award points for that day's housekeeping, 'sniff'the aroma of that days chicken nuggets and oven chips, take his weekly shower (rain or shine), size up my bum while I'm checking the oven chips, chew his way through the delicious meal I have provided...  watch 'Coronation Street', watch 'Eastenders', watch 'Downton', watch 'The News At Ten'... then pat me on my unconscious head and say goodnight.  Leaving me there with my eyes closed, snoring with my legs parted, my 'citadel' in full view, waiting to be stormed since 10 minutes into 'Coronation Street.

No wonder we need chocolate.

 GG ;-)