Libido = Lavina + Missing Person

I feel I should really work at getting my libido back, so am going to name her Lavina and put her on the missing person’s list. Hopefully there will be news of her by the end of the Summer. This may involve a trip to Coco de la Mer, following the white rabbit down the hole or reading Anais Nin. But will probably start at Marie Stopes on Cleveland St.

UPDATE
Right that's it, Lavina definitely needs to be found. I've just eaten chicken. For the first time in 22 years. What made me do it? Reminiscing about Sunday lunches as a child? Staring out of the window longingly at the people sat with drinks in the sunshine over the road, while I'm waiting for Erbie to finish his nap? Hunger? Or missing Lavina?

I was just carving up the chicken to take to the park (not for a walk, for a picnic), warm from the oven, free-range, roasted in garlic with fresh parsley and lemon, succulent juices dribbling over the breast, the sea salt catching the light from the kitchen window on a thigh, and I started to think 'what the hell', 'why shouldn't I', I've been cooking chicken for years and never even tasted it, 'Go on' said Lavina, one little taste won't hurt, one little taste led to another, and another, mmmm that's good. Oh goodness, I've just lost my vegetarianity.