Oh yes, I am as vain as ever, and so I love reading comments like "Your blog was the reason I paid my membership here! And I used to log in twice a day when you updated regularly" or what some wonderful people wrote to yesterday's blog. I love you all, my dear readers and friends.

One thing I didn't mention yesterday was that I found reading some of my older blog entries rather sexy - there was something in the tone of some that went straight to my heart and woke all kinds of memories. And as I always tried to be as honest here as I could bear -- it didn't only go to my heart but also to some parts further south: would you believe, I masturbated over my own texts. Have you ever heard of anything more narcissistic?

There was not exactly a storm of welcome back hugs breaking loose for me returning to the blogs, but that hurts me only a little. I deserve it after such a long time. I've just been reading some of my entries from years back. Was I ever such a wild and thoroughly naughty girl? It seems like in another life. But when I look into the mirror in the morning or before sleep, I remember that this is the body with which I did it all, and felt so much and enjoyed. I must admit - it could look better, this body of mine, more like a younger woman's if I did some exercise and stopped breast-feeding. And yet - I think I could feel and give as much pleasure as ever with it.

The Swiss must be avid readers because some of them have not only read my blog lately but it seems they have gone through a whole series of my texts. There seem to be a few from the area of Zürich and I have already been welcomed and invited by them. I thought what I read in one of the PMs was quite special: "I have noticed that it has always been a fantasy of yours to be together with five guys at a time - would you meet me (or us) if I succeeded in finding four other NN-members from the region and we'd meet at my place? Yours sincerely." This is almost too tempting to refuse should I ever be bored and lonely.

I noticed that I quite liked writing my blog last night, after a long time of abstinence. Making the foreign language words fall into place, cajoling them and also fighting them, was such a pleasant experience. My English got a little rusty, but still - it's my favourite language, my mother tongue included.

What irritates me are the mistakes I made yesterday and the fact that I am not premium any more and can set them right. I must find a way around Phillip who is doing my finances meanwhile and checks my credit card details. But I have always been quite resourceful, so I'll find out what to do for sure.

Imagine that: I might pay for premium not to see the videos or any large pictures, but simply for the reason of being able to correct my typos.

Already December again and Alpinita's first birthday is in two weeks. I really want to make it a big and special day for her. She has done her first few steps and can say some monosyllables the meaning of which we can understand. There is no mistake when it means food. People say she looks like me, but I think they are just being nice, in my eyes she much more looks like her godmother Angelika, Phillip's first daughter, who is our guest ever so often and who looks after the little one whenever we need a babysitter. When she is out with the pram, strangers keep complimenting her on her lovely daughter and it seems that she usually does not set the error right. But this only happens in town, in our village everyone know everyone else, so they know whose the little sweetheart is. Mine, mine, mine.

Moving to Switzerland seems to happen in January; Phillip has been offered a flat which is quite close to his office in the center or Zürich, but I'd rather like to live in a house somewhere in the countryside, as we do know, but we'll see. Angelika is not so happy, we'll be a two hours' drive away. It seems that Helene and little Oliver will look after our house - we're not going to sell it or anything. It's my family place, and there are strong emotional ties I can't sever. God, how I will miss the pool when spring comes.

I was in town in the afternoon to get some food for the next few days. I still can't drive and so I carry things home from the bus stop. I was alone, so I could manage. In a café there was a guy sitting and looking over, he was certainly over seventy. Finally he asked me if he could buy me another coffee, because "I was such a nice woman". Well, I always had elderly gentlemen among my friends, but I was hardly ever chatted up by any in a public place. He seemed to think that I was in his age group. Oh well, time is moving on like crazy, as I can easily see whenever I dare glance into the mirror next to my front door.

Yes, we are going to move to Zürich, Switzerland, at the beginning of next year, I don't know for how long, but at least for a year. And no, I am not pregnant yet. All about it some other time.

It's not that I have forgotten you all - I just have other priorities at the moment. As for example getting pregnant again, but I admit there are worse things than that. So have a wonderful time and enjoy all there is to enjoy, and isn't there so much?

As promised, although a little late, here is my blog. What brought me here today is a picture I was shown on yahoo the other day. A close online friend had written his request to have me back here on his cock - in nice big letters, and there is enough length there for more than only a few. What a touching gesture - yes, such things can still touch me in various ways - more than I thought.

Lots of things have happened since I wrote here last, my daughter is seven months old and beginning to become mobile. She keeps me busy all day and so I decided not to start teaching again in the new school year. We just had some holidays in Austria, visiting family and friends. Phillip didn't have much time, though, so I was often travelling with Angelika, Phillip's daughter from a previous marriage, who lives nearby and is Alpinita's godmother.

Two things which might influence my future: Phillip is offered a good job for the Press House in Zürich, Switzerland, which would take him there for about a year. Although it's in another country, it's less than 100 miles from here. Still he suggests trying to find a house and moving there for a time. And he has started to express his desire for a son, saying that Alpinita should not grow up as an only child. Although he does not dare say that this is not good for a child's character, as some people do, because I myself am an only child - and look at me ...

For those of you who have asked: Helene still lives with us, although our relationship is not as close as it used to be at times. She is in her thirties and used to live in the house next door. When their marriage failed she stayed in the house a little longer, but when she had to leave we offered her a room in our house, which is big enough. She has a son named Oliver who lives with her mother and goes to school there, but he is with Helene during the holidays and often at the weekends. Helene works as a part-time waitress in the bar of a hotel, but she is not particularly happy with what she does. So she is always looking for something better, which means that she might leave us sooner or later. But she did a good job while I was incapacitated around Alpinita's birth: cooking, cleaning and keeping me company when I was glad to have somebody and Phillip was at work. If she stays, we are quite glad as we feel she meanwhile belongs to us.

If you read all my 95 pages, which is certainly too much to ask, you would know the whole saga. Maybe one day a nice reader with a lot of time on his hands does a table of contents for me, so I could refer to some dates and tell you where to have a look. By the way, I have begun to copy all this here into a word file (including comments and PMs). It will finally almost have the size of a book.

Although we could only heat the water in my pool to 16C° today, I will have my first swim of the season in about an hour. Then our friend and boarder Helene will be back from work and she will look after Alpinita while I am in the water. I could just leave her in her pram, but maybe she wants to watch me. And then she feels like swimming soon, too. There are infant swimming courses here around, but I think there is no hurry. And we can cover our pool when it's not in use, so there won't be any danger when she starts walking. All the same, I am looking forward to the day when we can swim together: like a dolphin mother and her young one.

I have not been here much lately because I don't know if this is the right environment for a mother with child. When I look at the pictures in here, they are so different from what I see on my daily walks with Alpinita in her pram through fields and forests. I am enjoying spring, like never before. I can't remenber when I last had so much time as I have now without teaching. I walk to the local shops, meet some friends now and then, cook breakfast and dinner - in a very leisurely, housewifey way. I must admit that on the other hand I miss teaching - I will see if I can do something about this in the next school year. This morning I began to clean my pool, and we'll fill it with fresh water over the weekend. So soon my summer pleasure will be ready again, although the winter has only just left. Two weeks ago I was snowing as low down as 1000 meters which means that the hills around us had white caps on again and I had a constant fire in my oven. So when you are in a place which also has spring now, enjoy all the early flowers and trees in bloom and a big helping of adequate spring feelings.