Ciao

Struck down with the flu and bored of the confines of my bed, I dragged my sorry arse over to the big shopping complex for some retail therapy, whereupon 3 septuagenarians elbowed each other, made hand gestures, exclaimed “Ciao bella!” and “Mama mia!”, wolf whistled, blew kisses and said god knows what to me in Italian as I walked by. 

It’s 30 degrees Celsius outside. I was wearing a tightish low cut singlet and I was glistening from fever. But seriously, flu makes anyone look like death.

I smiled at the crazy thought “There you go Mel. Finally – your shot at a mmmf with some hot blooded Italians… Who needs foreplay with those hearing aids, walking canes and hip replacements? I wonder how slow I’d have to dawdle for them to catch up with me?”