Hypothetically speaking

You know how sometimes you see someone - a work colleague, for example - during the day and the first thing that pops into your head is the memory of an erotic dream you had about them the night before that you'd totally forgotten about until the second you saw them in the flesh?
No, me neither, because of course I don't have erotic dreams... certainly not about anyone other than Hubby.
But if I did, I'm sure I would find it really difficult to not blush, and I can't help wondering would I get an odd look on my face at the 'memory' of seeing them naked in my dream?
It could be quite embarrassing.
Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Does anyone know what I'm talking about? No? Well then, I'll move along.

Some of you may remember I went on a little excursion to Paris last October with my mother and two sisters. Normally what happens after I go away somewhere is that I write a nice long story about it. For some reason I had some trouble with this trip - perhaps because it was such a special one for me, or perhaps because I really wanted the story to be a good one, considering some of my most important 'critics' were actually along for the ride, so there was just a teensy bit of pressure on me there.
Either way, I finally finished it.
In truth, I don't think it's my best work at all. In fact, I'll probably go back to it after a while and change a whole bunch of stuff.
Nonetheless, I sent it on to the gals and they seemed to enjoy it, so I figured since you guys have so much time on your hands, I'd post it here for you to read in your hours of leisure and sweet repose.

I should warn you: it's Very Long. But if you've nothing better to do, then you can click here to have a read.

Well that's it for now, from me.
The brilliant, super-duper entertaining post I should put up this week in order to win over your votes in these last 2 days seems to have escaped somehow, so I'm afraid this will have to do for now.