'Sick and pale with grief'

So... it turns out this little maid woke up with chickenpox, which in turn means she's unable to fly to Verona tomorrow (despite double-checking online and triple-checking with a doctor).  Yeah, as we feared, she's at maximum contagion until the spots have all scabbed over.

It's obviously pretty gutting but there's really not much to be done at this stage.  At least the little lady isn't upset by them - nor is she upset by what she's missing out on.

There's no point calling the whole thing off either, especially since we were planning to meet Nikki's old schoold friend and we've already paid for the villa.  No, that would be foolish.

Instead Nikki and Sharon will sneak away at 4:30am while I engage in some hands on Daddy skills.  Maybe calling the whole thing off isn't such a foolish idea after all?  Wish me luck!