It is difficult to put into words what my heart is feeling at this moment, Pumpkins. It is best described as a gentle fluttering lying in a deep pool of hot lava.
Jean-Marc is back in the saddle, dahrlings. It may not be my saddle, but there’s still time for his brogues to find their way back into my stirrup.
Transat managed to squeeze a few pennies out of Justin’s panties which means the Star lives to see another day! Or night, really. Although I did see stars once in the daytime. Bad acid. Anyhoo…
JME didn’t waste time letting the financial world feel his solid leadership gently squeeze Transat’s flanks, with talk of aircraft types and cash flow …..ohh…give me a moment…
What? I’m only human.
The bottom line, as I see it dahrlings, is to reduce the impact of our seasons. Simplifying things and dropping others. And all kinds of other wonderfully worded ideas only a very large brain can conceive of.
There’s also a cleverly coded message asking for the collaboration of suppliers crucial to the recovery. I hear you Jean-Marc! And I am so committed to collaboration, you can’t imagine.
Hopefully those pina collada hotel partners can loosen their belts, harden their pencils, and share their beds pronto.
In the meantime, I understand your protégée, the no longer so young PKP, is still waiting in the wings. And you aren’t shooing him away. Well, if you gentlemen feel you’d like to bounce a few things off me, don’t be shy.
I’m an excellent middle man. I’m not just bi but multilingual. And understand the handcuffs travel slaps onto your margins.(Our safe word will be ‘maman’)