ok, I think I've finally settled into the "single" life in Villelongue. Probably, just as chez patrick sails into Canet Port!!! Timing...why is mine, almost always out?? Just as I've finally found my "single" groove again, Pat will arrive and disrupt my newly formed, safety routine. As I said earlier, I've learned a lot about myself. On the Atlantic crossing from Cape Town to Grenada, and also, alone here in Villelongue. The free spirit, with the five year plan. The one who hates suburbia, but who creates a safety routine, wherever she goes!! I remember very clearly, going on an overseas trip with Pat sixteen years ago. As we walked into our hotel room in the ritz plaza in Qatar, I started rearranging the room, to "feel right for me". He never said a word but months later, he did. He said, whenever we arrive somewhere, you always, instantly make it your own space. I'd forgotten all about that, until now. Spraying the room to death, with my current, favourite parfum, was always first. Nothing's changed. As you walk through the front door here, delicious smells welcome you first. I must have inherited this gene de parfum, from both my mom and dad. My dad always looked and smelled amazing, and till today, so does my mom. She has a parfum stash that could rival Sephora!! Think B's inherited it too. And it's ALL my parents' fault:-)