Wow. What a full day of crazy. This was the kind of day that seems to drag on, yet speed past you. Things that happened this morning seem so so far away forcing last nights activities to feel like they happened in another life time. Woke up early to update my web site with a new phone number and contact todays clients and make sure they had it, only to get an emergency cancellation from my earlier client.

I figured if I hurried, I would have time to take a walking tour before my later session. And I did hurry. But the line I needed on the tube was stopped. So much for my love of the tube. Get off when it finally pulls into the next station. Figure a differant tour to take. Realize that I would need to take the same line, but in the other direction.

Give up on the walking tour idea and head for the V & A. Ahh… I’m in a museum. All is well with the…. “No I don’t want to have coffee with you.” Doh! Museum stalker. He seemed nice an all, but at this point, I had two hours to do the V & A before heading to the studio. Move along boy! Nothing to see here!

After my whirl wind tour, I head up to meet my clients, an adorable couple who I’ve seen every time I’ve been to London. At this point, I don’t think London would be the same without them. And I must say, it is SO awesome to be able to help a couple bring the fetish world into their relationship. No matter what the fetish is, how big, small, simple or involved, the fact that they are opening up and sharing their sexuality with each other is a beautiful thing. My being a sort of mediator between two peoples sexual energies, helping them explore their partner, and see the others desires in a clearer light is amazing. That makes me feel powerful. It’s so very difficult to put into words.

Oh and, and when she shows up wearing vintage linguire and lets me touch her – even hotter!!!

OK, so I wouldn’t make a very ethical therepist.

When I got out of session, I recieved a msg that my friend who I’d come to visit had a little emergency and wouldn’t be able to get together for dinner, so i made another attempt at the London Walk. This time it was a pub walk. Walk, drink, talk, drink, walk. Perfect way to spend a Friday evening in London.

OK, not at the top of my list, but with no notice, no playmates, and no other plan, it seemed to work at the time.

And this is when I found the Americans.

We are a loud obnoxious bunch.