The battle of the Gorge…

It is a Sunday.. A truly Beautiful day outside.. I can hear the surf crashing against the shore … The air is so clean and light I can almost feel the beauty of the day on my skin…

But here I am sitting in the office doing admin work in preparation for the week ahead.

Aren’t I the good little Virgo.. 🙂 …

Granted I am listening to Micheal Buble and Enrique Iglesias and I am not fully dressed… So I can easily slink off home for some “Sexy Time” with my Sexy G at a moments notice…. Only one snag with that is that Sexy G is not home…

I am forever in battle with the bloody “Gorge“. Giba Gorge to be more specific! Bloody Mountain Biker’s dream playground…

I have seen the guys drooling at the bit at the mere mention of Giba and her bloody Gorge as it were… It is very difficult to compete with her as she apparently has nooks and crannies and jumps and terrains that give the boys a very very exciting and hard ride!

So I have taken the time while he rides Giba to catch up with some nuisance work so that when he returns I can don his favourite lingerie, spritz with some of my perfume and act all nonchalant splayed all over the bed pretending that its just another day at home 😉 !! hehehe…

So let me get back to work so that I can put Plan A into action…

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The battle continues…