Who says the life of the international jetsetter isn’t glamorous?
I arrived in Frankfurt around midnight last night for a fleeting visit to Smithy after delayed flights and smoky lounges at Heathrow. I crawled into bed and slept like the dead until the dulcet tones of super 12 ruby woke me early this morning (AND the Reds lost to Smithy's team of course). Today we bought groceries and went to the gym. Sweating away on the treadmill watching Paris and Nicole in The Simple Life, dubbed in German. Now that’s glamour.
The fun part was shopping for Month of Softie materials as this month Smithy has decided to get in on the act and perhaps be the first bloke entry. I am a bit jealous as his concept is much more creative than mine.
Stay tuned for the reveal.