||[Dec. 18th, 2005|10:32 pm]
A new friend. Imran, I think she said her name was. Ah well, you know me, never too much with the names.|
She has a lovely way with green suede, that put me in mind of the springtime, lambs frolicking, the sap rising, you know the sort of thing.
After she showed me the stamps in her passport I showed her a few places *she'd* never been before. After a slight misunderstanding over some brandy butter we're the best of friends again.
Oh, and Gillian McKeith is right on the brandy butter - goes straight to one's thighs. At least it did last night.