I’m back home from my jaunt up to Manchester and I must say I had a great time, as always. I met a couple of lovely new gents who’d been meaning to see me but circumstances dictated otherwise. I know the distance you came so your visits were very much appreciated. And thank you to the other gents who braved the cold and squeezed me into their day, including the randy one who *ahem* hit the spot, and my lovely skinny guy who always makes the effort to come and see me whenever I’m in Manchester. He doesn’t always make it (bloomin’ car notwithstanding) but it’s not for want of trying, eh? *Wink*. And don’t you love the novel way I warm up your hands. Better than running it under hot water don’t you think? *Wink, wink*.

Suprisingly, I didn’t do much shopping at the Arndale Centre. There really weren’t any sales I was interested in. I really am not one of those girly girls that like nothing better than to go shopping all day. But I’m not one to turn my nose up at a bargain either. And I think coming from London, it just makes a nice change shopping somewhere that’s not Oxford St. Plus it’s less hectic.

I’ve had a great couple of weeks, and I really have met some lovely gentlemen. With the tour and the party last week, I really have been in man-heaven. I don’t think I’ve met so many blokes in such a short space of time. But wow, what a trip.

I was supposed to have a booking tonight, but fortunately for me (in this case) the person didn’t confirm, so I’m staying home today. A regular customer of mine who was at the party last week said he admired my sexual libido when he heard I was off to Manchester two days later. I think that’s my problem. My libido is as strong as ever, but sometimes the body isn’t as strong,lol.

Isn’t that always the way?