Home Alone

There's a faint whiff of Nobby No Mates around the old Cliff Top Mansion this morning. Elton's on tour, and Angela's preoccupied with the bottom half of a Georgian she picked up in Hastings.

I even rang my 'wife' and 'kids' to invite them round for tea and Millionaire Shortbread. They said they'd be delighted, as long as I paid them the day rate.

But all is not lost. As if in answer to my prayers, not one, but two emails have arrived from a couple of very respectable sounding ladies, Galinka and Galechka. They must be twins, because they've written the same thing in both their emails. Here's a sample:

"There's love to God, to Mother, to a child, to the country where you were born, and there's the love that joins a man and a woman for all their life. And I'm seeking for the man who is also eager to have this life long adventure full of surprises and new experience we can share together! Will you join me for this trip?"

They want to get to know me better, and have supplied a web address where I can read some more information about them and see some pictures. I think I'll take a look, and then perhaps invite them round for a couple of glasses of Dom!