Episode 69 – ‘i***t’Yacht ‘Rosalinda’, Saint-Tropez, France, 2 January
I open my eyes and squint. The bright sunlight streaming in through the windows floods the salon of the yacht.
I look around. My eyes stop on the coffee table. An unfinished bottle of cognac stands on it, the light brownish liquid sparkling gold on the sun. Instantly remembering my New Year’s Eve ‘celebration’, I utter a groan and sit up.
Why did I have to drink myself into such a stupor? I must have looked like an utter i***t ... Well, an i***t I am indeed, I think, dropping my head into my hands.
But I meant well, I did. Though ‘well’ what, I groan, for obviously a great kisser I’m not, and smoker or drinker neither. Only God knows what Lina thought of me. No wonder she was in such a hurry to leave. I would als
