Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The course of true love never did run smooth

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood,--
Readers may remember that some time ago I held a poll as to whether I should take up the offer of the stately blogger that is Mr Eugenides to spend a weekend with him getting up to all sorts of naughty things. And you voted that I should go and consequently, both our blogs went very quiet over that weekend.

Over the last week our blogs have once again both been quiet and some of you may have suspected that it was because he had asked me to join him on his travels. Holding hands as we walked bare foot down the beach, the clink of crystal as we shared a drink whilst watching the sun set and those moonlit nights with nothing to disturb us but the lapping of the waves on the beach.

We'll, you'd be wrong. He's gone, and I'm still here. The 19 year old from down the road has been missing for a few weeks and if she comes back with a peeling tan and sand rash then at least I'll know for sure.

But, as is often the way with matters of the heart, I've no idea what to do and I need your help...

4 comments:

scunnert said...

I recommend making love alone from now on - men are such pigs - oink oink.

The Minstrel Boy said...

FOR LOVE..

In matters of love,
And affairs of the heart.
Is it better to loose
Or better to not start

The joy that love brings
Can soon turn to pain
A few hours of sunshine
And then endless rain

Love can be so sweet
And as heady as wine
Then wound you so deep
Like thorns on a vine

Love can stay as briefly
As dew on a lawn
Just there for an evening
And gone with the dawn

Love can be strong
And love can be kind
For a moment of bliss
We would lay down our lives.

If we never have to meet,
We’ll not have to part.
It’s a pleasure to know love
But it just breaks your heart..

The chance of true love
It’s out of our hands
It can end in despair
Or a lifelong romance

But time is too short
We must take what we can
Trixy. ‘Knock the bitch out’
And go get your man!

Mr Eugenides said...

What a splendid holiday. Wish you could have been there!

Trixy said...

How's the tan? Itchy?