Exotica

Life never fails to throw up fortuitous encounters of the strange kind... how sweetly ironic is it, to come across a blind man who has a yen for auburn tresses?? Although, on reflection, I suppose it's just as well, our susceptible hero is visually impaired - auburn sounds a lot sexier than it looks :p. It's one of those words that conjure visions of exotica, except it turns out to be a converted shed housing a sorry collection of reptiles (don't ask, but it's somewhere out Vancouver way..). But it does make me think of Rangali, and the pure decadence that begs indulgence... and Oho!! Indulge I shall! Just as soon as I'm done with my second born to pay off next year's Kenyan safari.. no. 3 is on its way ;-)