And now ... having mentioned the very thought of things Spanish, what does the cat drag in?

A heart-achingly burly biker who now lives in Spain, still sending texts with kisses on the end and declaring an interest in seeing me when he visits London this week.

Can I bring myself to do it?

REALLY can I go through that again.
Every time he's back?

Fuckin' does me brain in, he does.

Oh well, at least I'll probably drop a few pounds, back on the "Love Hurts Diet" again I suppose :rolleyes:

Men - can't live without them, can't bury them in the garden!