tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post4498843705119131389..comments2023-10-10T12:38:41.200+01:00Comments on Musings from a muddy island: Fiction FlirtingJuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18055924620237477722noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post-33142637376519839512008-02-27T09:41:00.000+00:002008-02-27T09:41:00.000+00:00Sounds fun but somehow I don't think it would take...Sounds fun but somehow I don't think it would take off on Exmoor (might frighten the horses ya see). And sadly, having lived in these here parts for 10 years, have come to the conclusion that there is a distinct lack of men that could even cause a slight flutter. (Sorry Eligible Men of Exmoor if you're reading this - maybe I just haven't stumbled across your path yet. But then I don't do huntin', shootin' or fishin', so it's probably my own fault. And now I'm probably too ancient anyway.)<BR/><BR/>But I could give it a go in London. Or maybe not ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post-62531050224837907102008-02-27T00:12:00.000+00:002008-02-27T00:12:00.000+00:00Being of a certain age and married, I'll rule myse...Being of a certain age and married, I'll rule myself out but it certainly sounds more interesting than 'smirting'.monixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.com