Another day in paradise

Today I am writing history, I am not a blogging virgin any more.
Never thought I would end up flogging my real life rantings on a blog, but here it goes. I guess you could interpret it as yet another sign confirming the fact that I am getting old, or I mean wiser and more experienced. Life starts at 30, alledgely, so I still got some time. *Panics and applies yet another layer of anti-wrinkle firming cream*.


Today is yet another day in paradise for me. I know I should be grateful, I've got a nice flat, plenty of clients, and I am not in Baghdad. Before you ask, I am not a call girl..lol.


What makes today so horrendous is the fact that I've got the dreaded man flu.
Contrary to common belief, it doesn't just affect men, women get it too, the only difference is that we don't moan about it.

One day man flu will be recognised as an actual medical condition, and not dismissed as "just a sniffle", like it was this morning when I tried telling my boss.

I am a snivelling wreck in severe discomfort at the moment. It feels like I've got an erupting vulcano permanently residing behind my nose.
As a result I am suffering from breathing difficulties, and my only option is to keep my mouth slightly open and take small breaths. Not a pretty sight, trust me! If I inhale too forcefully, I cough like a chainsmoker with TB.
Whilst I should be tucked up in bed, in close proximity to my tv and remote control, with a tub of ice cream on standby, I find myself clocking up another 9 hours in the presence of a client..

Where is the rest, care and reassurance when I need it?? Not to mention the constant supply of warm drinks and painkillers.




This client of mine, a successful female executive, can best be described with the word intense. A boardroom Molotov Cocktail: rich, rude and stunning.
Intelligent and articulate, dangerously captivating. On a personal level, I learn that this blue chip bomshell is also a high level calculated maneater with commitment issues... great, this will be a very looong week.

-Have a look at this she says and takes out a stack of letters from her Gucci bag. Tell me what you think, honestly.

I quickly identified them as love letters, or actually, break up letters.
"Did he take you for granted, unwilling to commit or make amends? I ask."

-He is married and refused to divorce his wife, although I know he loves me and not his wife.

Ok, sorry to hear that. Did he tell right from the start?

-Yes

And that didn't put you off in anyway? or made you think that one of you will end up getting hurt.

- Indeed that occurred to me, but it certainly didn't put me off.

I take it you like a bit of challenge then? and the fact that he was already a married man, added to the excitement?

-You are smart, you know that!

As a bartender once told me: "men are like toilets, the best one's are already occupied". I am sure time spent with this client will tell..lol.


Time for some Day nurse, night nurse and loads of ice cream! Not to mention honey, tea and lemon.