I’ve eaten the chocolate that was on my pillow. Not bad. Not great. A fairly poor quality chocolate, in fact, considering that it could absolutely be my last chocolate as a single woman. I should have brought a stash from Chocolate Heaven to keep me going. That’s a severe oversight on my part and it makes me wonder what else I’ve forgotten. Perhaps I had too much coffee too at dinner, because now I’m feeling wide-eyed and wired. Down the corridor, Marcus is probably sleeping soundly. In the Honeymoon Suite, my dad and The Hairdresser are probably hard at it, as will be my mum and The Millionaire in the Presidential Suite – even though the latter coupling might need a little chemical enhancement. If it’s unpleasant enough to imagine your parents shagging, it’s even worse to think of them shagging other people – and enjoying it! Yuk. I try not to dwell on it. Yet all over the world people are in the same situation – sleeping, making love, lying awake worrying. I slip onto my side and try to get more comfortable.
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