Swansea Escort Abby

Happy Easter!

Normally being a very organised soul, I know where everything is and I can get my hands on it in about 5 seconds flat.  I have found myself scratching my head this morning and causing no doubt, wrinkles, as I frown.

I have put my password for my website somewhere safe and for the life of me can not find it. As I remember the password to get into the blog, I am having to post up a blog entry instead of a message on the front of the site. I have taken my study apart looking for this password and could kick myself, hard. I will find it possibly the very second after I hit post for this blog entry as that, as they say, is Murphy’s Law.

The reason for posting, the message I have to say is this:

I WILL BE UNAVAILABLE FOR WORK FROM TOMORROW, THURSDAY 1ST APRIL TO NEXT FRIDAY 9TH APRIL….

No, this is not an April Fool’s Day joke. I really am going on a holiday (singing Cliff Richard in my head as I type although given the weather, it’s far from the summer holiday he warbled on about many moons ago).

I will be able to take calls and pick up my email so anybody looking for an advance booking feel free to get in touch the usual way.

It is a last minute opportunity and one I can’t miss out on really so I am packing furiously and am off!

This is more exciting than when I won a giant Easter egg from a giant supermarket, when they called to inform me and I went ‘Really? Come on, really? Is this Paul? Is this a joke? I was not born yesterday…’ and I hung up.

I did actually win the eater egg as they called back and off I went to get it! That egg lasted me for months! I loved it! It’s the one and only thing I have ever won in the whole of my life!

Who needs the lottery, eh?

So I am off and before I go I will be hounding my lovely web lady to update the blog a bit, a new design perhaps… And also provide a new password for my site should I fail to find the old one! The poor lovely lady, I do make work for her…

So that’s all folks! In the wisdom of Buggs Bunny!

Have a good Easter all and see you on the 9th.

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 As my Great Grandfather used to say: ‘Tis weather for Ducks love…’ I don’t mind rain, as long as it’s proper rain. Rain that throws it down, hammering your window at night almost violently while your all cuddled up in the blankets feeling blissful that your indoors snuggles up with nowhere to go and not outdoors with your umbrella inside out as you battle the force of Mother Nature.

Alas, we have had no rain like that. We have had that drizzle that can manage to soak you in five minutes flat and no umbrella or indeed a hood can keep it away – you see it, you have to go out in it, you know your going to get wet, end of. I am tiring now of wearing boots to outcalls and want to get my slingbacks back on pronto – I just need the weather to cooperate a little…

And fog… Yeah.., we’ve had some fog. Particularly last weekend across The Gower, we had fog. It made the common look very bewitching and dare I even say it, romantic, but it made the pillocks that drive white cars without their lights on particularly difficult to spot until you were staring down the nose of their bonnets. 

A driver of a white car with no lights on in thick fog decided to overtake a  bike rider, for his part, the rider was waving his hand in frustration and I am sure if I had clear visability I would have made out the term ‘f***ing w***er from his lips as the car jerked back onto his side of the road to avoid a collision with me. I had my fog lights on and that is what possibly saved me a nasty bump and a necessary showdown on the common with some fool that nobody can see coming until it’s almost far too late…

The rain has prevented me getting into my garden and planting all my cuttings this week. Come rain or shine I will have to do it this weekend as they need to be out in plenty of earth to grow and blossom in time for late spring.

I think we have been far too spoiled when it comes to rain the last few months – sure we have had snow then ice then snow but then we had sun and sun and sun so when the rain did come, it was a bit of a shock to the system.

Let’s hope we get the worst of it over now and when the clocks go forward this weekend, we get lovely balmy evenings where it remains light much later into the afternoon and the temperatures slowly start to creep up.

Once again this week I was delighted to welcome my exquisite box of chocolates man! Many thanks and you will be pleased to hear that this time I did not sit down and demolish the entire box in one go and in about half an hour!

This time I paced myself. I have been having just three chocolates per evening to make the pleasure last longer! It’s been absolute heaven.

To my client who visited me for the first time ever this week and the bed broke… Fear not Sir! I have fixed those slats and given it a good bouncing upon, they remain intact so it was a temporary break easily fixed. Quite why I laughed when the bed seemingly broke is beyond me, I mean, I would be the one paying out for the new bed, right? But it was funny and you were a good sport Sir so thank you for taking it all in your stride.

It would seem the spring in the air and the finally blooming daffodils has put a spring in the steps of my clients who have kept me busy the last few weeks. And I need to be kept busy else I will fall into the hands of mischief…

Already I have advance bookings for the coming weeks so urge those thinking of booking me to book ahead as Easter is fast approaching and I will be closing my diary soon. If your very lucky you might get a chance to catch me on a ‘same day as you call’ booking but the way advanced bookings are going at the moment, you would have to be very lucky so skates on and pick up the phone early, please.

Once again, a timely reminder, please do not call me at 10 am and ask for 10.30am that day – it’s not going to happen unless your a very good regular and can take the sight of me with bed hair and with a pile of dishes in my sink!

Also, please don’t call me at 2am – I do sleep you know, no, really, I do actually sleep and you will get nothing but a bark of ‘get lost’ from me if your going to call at that time asking if I am free for an incall right now…

Again, I know that the sort of client that does that is not the sort to read this blog but you never know, something might filter through…

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Not so long ago it was January 1st and I was full of enthusiasm for a new year. To work hard, to be constructive, to accomplish…   I woke up this morning to my radio alarm playing Bread of Heaven (In Welsh!) on Radio 2 - it is March 1st – how the heck did that happen?

How the heck did 6am arrive so quickly this morning is another question I can not really answer but I will leave it there – how I wish it was still Sunday and the day ahead of me was a gentler paced one. I do love my Sundays of nothing of great consequence… Monday, sheesh, it’s always all go…

All my good intentions of working hard this year have, so far, eluded me. It would seem life has had other ideas for me for the first two months of this year. It’s a good job we never know what is around the corner or we would never set foot out of bed and take the walk to the end of the road to find out. 

Last week was a complete and utter washout and to all my lovely clients that tried to call me only to get voicemail and to those that actually got through to me (your timing skills are unique if you caught me with my phone on!) I apologise sincerely for being unable to work. A situation arose which demanded my attention (again) and I had to attend to it. There was no time or room for any work of this nature and as frustrating as you might have found it, I guarantee you could not have matched my frustration. Or my anger. Or my sleepless nights or my running about almost bumping into myself coming back from somewhere I had just been while I rushed on to the next place I had to go!

Sometimes, you are faced with a situation that it is best to tackle head on, best to turn off a phone, step back from everything else and deal with whatever it is that needs dealing with.

I have done that now.

Normal service is resumed from today onwards and I intend to take full advantage of having cleared the decks to make way for some good and proper frolicking.

I am waxed, I am buffed, I am polished and I am ready – you may call, you may email, you may sample the delights of my banana flavoured condoms once again!

I have a renewed spring in my step and a dangerous glint in my eyes – odd what a week of throwing out metaphorical trash can do to a person, it sort of refreshes, renews…

Finally before I head off to the hairdryer, Happy St David’s Day to all the Welsh! No, I do not have a Welsh Costume all togged up to somehow look sexy that I can slip on, although, I am certain there is a way to do it you know, I just need to think about it for awhile…

We can display the flag instead and all celebrate the fact that Welsh cakes are lovely, even if the daffs are not out yet. And Tom Jones is still sexy, I do not care what anybody else says…. I am off to listen to some Delilah and have a small dance about my lounge, then it’s dry the hair and make myself look presentable before no doubt dismissing 101 withheld number calls, dealing with emails where I am asked to explain exactly what happens on a booking please (Duh!? What do you think? We pair up odd socks and darn those that are worn out, obviously!) and settling down to some mind numbingly dull accounting stuff here while I wait for Mr Reasonable to call, with a number displayed to ask me in a cherrie voice if I am available this afternoon – Yes Sir, I am indeed!

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