Forrest

I imagine lots of people have stories of occasional problems getting to an appointment with a lovely escort. About a year ago, in the midst of all the heavy snow, I had one such adventure.

I had been really looking forward to seeing Layla for the second time, having had the pleasure a few months previously. Unfortunately, Layla took ill during her tour at the end of November 2010 and had to go home early, cancelling pre-booked appointments including mine.

I made sure to get in early for another appointment on her return to Dublin on the Tuesday before Christmas. Of course, the heavy snow during the period meant that Layla’s trip was in doubt, and I began to wonder were the Gods conspiring against me. Thankfully, the snow did clear and everyone started to get back to normal and Layla’s told me her tour was going ahead as planned.

I was going to a function on the Monday evening, something I had been looking forward to for some time, when the snow returned with a vengeance. I managed to get to the event without too much difficulty, but the journey home was mental, with my car skating all over the road.

More snow followed during the night, so when I went head off to work, I had to dig a path out of my driveway, which took about 20 minutes. I decided to throw the shovel into the boot of my car, as I expected that it might come in useful later in the day.

Having called Layla a couple of hours before our scheduled appointment to check that she was still free to meet, I then set about digging my car out of another deep pile of snow outside my workplace on the outskirts of Dublin, and manoeuvred my way along the roads with all the idiots that cannot drive in adverse weather conditions.

Not being too familiar with some of the one way streets in Dublin, and wanting to be able to get out of the city without getting lost, I parked along the Liffey near the Ormonde Hotel, and trudged through the streets that were still surprising busy with Christmas shoppers despite the snow, ice and slush.

By the time I got to Layla’s apartment I was frozen solid, but the sight of this stunning lady in a very sexy festive outfit had me hot around the collar, and a lot of other places, very quickly. I stayed long enough to completely thaw out and enjoy another memorable encounter with a dear friend, and I floated back to my car on cloud nine.

Unfortunately, I had another tough job digging my car out of the ever accumulating snow for the third time, ended up getting the flu, and spent Christmas sweating it out of me on the sofa. But the memory of Layla, dressed very sexily as Mrs Claus, made it all worthwhile. It’s Wonderful Life.