With how I'm hobbling about, they will have to freeze to death to get it down. Sprained my ankle, it seems, so I've a sexy limp on top of everything else. Lucky lucky boy.
I do try to keep things moving and shaking.
I make a surprising array of things sound sexy when I only put my mind to it! And now you got be giggling over your happy marriage and the little ones (whom, by the by, I'd fancy meeting sometime, thank you very much. I'll have pretty pink things to gift, even, and maybe something for them as well! Aha) and all that loveliness. Perhaps our little scene will have to remain fantasy then dear, one you write about in your naughty diary. Though, if you truly have one of those, I'd love a lend, as the hours are long when you've nothing to do but pretend you're fully dressed at home and not half nude in a bloody hospital, nurses asking for your autograph. I'm on the verge of telling them 'Sorry, luv, I'm left handed' and holding up my cast. Shame, were it to be true.