So if you weren't able to come to the Kitten board, or Pens, or Whorelette Chat (hee) in order to soothe your sorrows, where would you go? If you could go anywhere... even just in your head? Willow said a cafe on the streets of Paris.
I think I'd pick a picnic in the English countryside with friends. And fresh bread with honey. And wine and cheese. And fruit. And jam tarts. And this new emoticon that brings a tear to my eye and a blush to my - er... cheek.

On-topic, my 'safe haven' would either be a little village in Cornwall call Carantoc (i think that's how it's spelt!) or a small apartment in Bamburgh Castle! Failing that, sitting under a canopy of stars, overlooking the coast, siping white wine, and just listening to the sounds of nature...*sigh*

just wanted to say that the heavens have just opened here in Essex, UK and my god that was a lot of water!!!
Kinky Brit! 


