To my faithful reader who wrote in her message that she thought my humour concerning Phillip and Angelina sounded pretty desperate: thanks for reading my blog so well and also noticing what there is between the lines ...

Phillip will not lay Angelina flat, of course .... he will do it with an interne if one is available (Bill Clinton is at the WEF, too). Most likely he will do it with one or a few security chicks who, according to the expert, are the horniest women at such a meeting by far.

After playing bodyguard to some topguy or girl all day, they need to relax and wind down. They are usually alone, don't know the place, have little cultural interest, all their mind is set to, says my expert, is working out at the gym, swimming some lenghts in the pool and getting laid. Some are quite tough girls and even love it a little rough, says my expert. And they are by profession pretty discreet.

Sometimes, my expert even gets some information during the act, about the private life or some likes and dislikes of a bigshot. Then, I am sure, my expert very much feels like James Bond who fucks these tons of pretty girls in her Majesty's Service. Phillip 003.5 rutting in his Editor's Service. How bloody heroic men can be.

(If I sound bitter, it's maybe because I am bitter)

Tomorrow is jacuzzi night, and over the weeking Joerg is having his birthday. If he has a birthday wish, I am just about ready to help Elsie fulfill it. Yes, Sir.

There is so much excitement here - Phillip left early in the morning for a few days. He is going to write about the World Economic Forum (WEF) in Davos and stay there in a posh hotel. He will once be in a meeting in which Angelina Jolie takes part - as an ambassador of some organisation. And he will meet some other world celebrites, maybe even interview them.

Those of you who have read my blog before know that Phillip has a certain tendency to enjoy amorous encounters away from home; it's his way of making the best of his life - - he likes fucking around, in plain French. But this time I said I would not mind at all - if there was a chance of him nailing Angelina he should do it by all means, but not forget to take a picture ... LOL (I didn't tell him she was pregnant).

I was at my school this afternoon: in ten days my sabbatical is over and I have to teach again. So I met my two replacements and had a look what I was supposed to do next term. The few students I met did not look too unhappy to see me again on the school premises. So ordinary life will set in all too soon again ...

I am back from skiing - tired, but happy - as the saying goes. I have taken this picture from the Lech am Arlberg homepage, not myself - so it's just webcrap as some here would say. Still - it's paradise .... it was so wonderful.

I am glad to be with you again - I missed you - a little .... There will be more as soon as I have settled in and started to warm up my house ... see you soon.

I am early today, and the reason for it is last night's good weather report for the next few days. Phillip and I are going skiing !!!! Not far to some fancy place, but rather locally on the Arlberg, but still - I am looking forward to it so much.

I'll have to pack my suitcase now and get everything ready, call Elsie to say that I won't be with them in the jacuzzi tonight, tell Frau Schneider from next door to look after my cat - which she loves doing - and early in the afternoon we are leaving in Phillip's car.

It's a bit of a rush, so I'm not even able to read MissP's new erotic story she has posted yesterday. What a special woman: she has almost singlehandedly swept up the narrative mess in the erotic story section to get rid of all the sick stuff some people have left behind. Now I hope reading there is going a to be a pleasant sensual experience again, no wading in an odious swamp like before. Thanks, MissP, and hugs.

Well, my friends, who drop in on my texts on a regular basis, hugs, too ... your Alpina will be gone to the Alps for some days ... I will be back by next Tuesday, if all goes well. Have a wonderful time.

I packed my cat into her little basket and took her to the clinic. I had phoned a colleague of mine to give me a lift to town - sometimes it can be bothersome not to be able to drive and have a car (On the other hand, had my parents not had a car, they might still be alive ...).

But my colleague Peter, the violin teacher, is very nice and helps me out when he can. I helped him out now and then in the past, too, when he was in need and felt like snuggling and I did, too, so we ended up in bed a few times over the years. Now he just smiled when he asked me how I was and said he had heard that I had become rather "homely" lately and wished me good luck.

I was shocked: Has it already come that far? Because my Dictonary of Synonyms says that homely can mean "housebound, cosy, comfortable, simple, plain, and unattractive". Oh. Oh.

The good news is that my feline friend was a brave cat and faced the injection without even a plaintive miow. Unfortunately it can take rather long until healing sets in, but it's at least not life threatening. So there is much hope that nothing can mar the beautiful friendship of us two homely girls.

Rain has set in and it's everyday life again; Phillip is at his publisher's for the day, and I'm trying to do some more work completing my paper. Yesterday I had kind of a breakthrough - with Phillip's help I downloaded a programme that allows me to record radio programmes, and now I can make CDs for the classes about my postcolonial writers and their books by using BBC 4 archive material. Not bad for a technical idiot, is it?

As finally my "Red Alert" is over for a month, we celebrated this early this morning by having wonderful sex ... at least I thought so, while Phillip did not look particularly happy first when I carefully rolled a condom over his throbbing manhood ...

Now I am alone ... there are flames roaring in the fireplace ... and I ought to get dressed. But I usually enjoy walking through the house or working here in all different states of undress .. even if it's a little chilly (it's only a t-shirt and a fingerring now). Before I get dressed for the day, I have a wonderfully long, hot shower to get warmed up and then I feel ready for almost all challenges of the day.

One is to take my cat to the clinic again; fortunately her tumor is not cancer, but something else which is fairly unpleasant, too. She needs some cortisone shots ... then her leg might heal again if all goes well. Let's hope I am lucky again.

I admit I have lied to Phillip.

Once, in Rome, we were in bed and talking about sexual fantasies - our deep down dark secrets, so to speak. And he said that lately his fantasy was to be with two women at once - he and I would seduce a young (about 20-year-old), elf-like, innocent country girl and introduce her to adult sexuality.

I must admit I was rather a little disappointed - it was so predictable ... if you know one man's, you know almost all their fantasies. And because I know how this discussion was going to develop, I lied when he asked me now to tell mine.

And I said there was a mountain top I could see from my study, when I was working at my computer, and I had always been dreaming of having sex up there .... Alpina on the Rocks ... with only the sky as a limit. I mentioned this harmless and fairly silly notion for what would invariably follow next.... the obvious male question: Would you help me to live my fantasy when I help you to live yours first?

I was quite glad I had opted for something rather superficial than really deep down, so one of these summer days I might be in for a longish walk uphill. What vexes me a little more is when, where and particularly with whom we were going to attempt to perform Phillip's dream ...

Phillip even put on his suit and tie, and despite the freezing cold I was wearing a short, fairly daring black dress, as if was going to a nightclub. Fine black stockings, even a garter belt, my tiniest thongs and no bra, heels and lots of makeup. Dressed to kill - we sometimes say, but I guess we were even a little overdressed for the posh Thai restaurant he took me to.

So we attracted a few stares all evening, but I didn't mind - I was proud of my good-looking Phillip and he looked very pleased too and acted as if he was very much in love. He even bought me a rose from a vendor who came to the restaurant, and ordered my favourite Italian wine, and the food was just heavenly. I ate so much that I thought I would soon pop out of my dress. LOL.

That is what I did as soon as we were home, and as blood still kept my nether regions from being trespassed, my mouth was supposed to be doing the job again, which I ever so gladly did: in my panties, and garter, and stockings, and heels, together with my makeup, I must have looked like a porn queen in a skin flick. On purpose, I had renewed my lipstick when we came home - and when Phillip was done with and limp again, he wanted me to sleep with him in this attire (minus the shoes of course), and when we woke of this morning he was still wearing my red lipstick marks on his cock.

Boo hoo - I have gone without comment for days ... it was an unpleasant topic for you, guys, wasn't it? But sometimes a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do, respectively, to say. But I guess Phillip took it with grace and he even promised to come skiing with me this week, if the weather stays beautiful. I'm looking forward to this very much, because it's so long since I did it last.

I was working away at my paper all afternoon while Phillip was doing some typing downstairs and now and then brought me a coffee, never without knocking on the door first. Such a well-mannered guy! I love that.

This morning in bed I gave him a hand job, when he was still hard from the night. I just made him lean back and relax, and watch my hand which was slowly moving, and stroking, and kneading, ever so slowly, but more and more demandingly, firmly. When I felt he could not hold back, I slowed down ... when he thought he could keep it longer, I proved him wrong. How a guy rolls his eyes in absolute surrender. How you could ask him anything. When he came, he was like a geysir - I hadn't thought he could fly that far, and then I carefully cleaned him and dried him, and then we had breakfast in bed.

Tonight he promised to take me out ... so I better get dressed.

I have apologized to Phillip for being so direct - and I think he has understood my point, although my decision to use condoms again restricts his freedom and his pleasure considerably.

But I just do not want to spend my next 20 years as a single mother; that would approximately be my years between 40 and 60. I know having children is wonderful, I can see that with other people. But what I also see is women who ae alone and have to organise their professional lives around their children, whose careers can't develop because of their constant duties, whose private lives depend on nannies and babysitters, who are stressed and unhappy, and most of all, who live with the risk of being poor. All statistics show single mothers run the greatest risk of living in poverty.

But I am not really afraid of that ... as I am very far from poor. But the bottom line is: I just don't want to have my life dictated by a child I have to care for alone. So I'm giving myself two more years, maybe four - if until then I have not found someone who is ready to share my bed AND the responsibility for the next 20 years, I will remain without child.

There will always be young people around me at my job. I could maybe spend more time with friends' children ... as an aunt who spoils then and takes them to fancy places now and then.

So Phillip, I fear that you will have to make up your mind one of these days ...