I had an bacon sandwich at lunchtime, & a portion of Lasagna later.
St Swithuns Day today, so of course it has rainèd on both my parade, & everyone elses… ![]()
Carinthia. xx
I had an bacon sandwich at lunchtime, & a portion of Lasagna later.
St Swithuns Day today, so of course it has rainèd on both my parade, & everyone elses… ![]()
Carinthia. xx
No rain hereabouts, Carinthia. We ventured into town for our sushi and felt like fish out of water, anyway. I was wishing I’d had something stronger than jasmine tea, in order to cope with the sights. Dearie me.
Soo (otb) xx
Pray tell of these sights wee bee
My sights were my nesting swallows doing high speed aerial ballets while catching their offspring’s’ supper
I wonder what they are saying as they chatter while about their duties of cutting down my midge and mosquito populations
Usually “she never!” and “out of season?” with a side note of “my midge”.
possible rain later if we’re lucky.
90% humidity here and warm with it
I know what a steam pudding feels like now
Suffice it to say that one of the sights from yesterday was a young woman who kept trying to keep her errant buttocks from escaping from her frocklet. It was like ‘Ladies’ Day’ at the races but on a Monday evening.
We had smoked salmon scramblies with asparagus, tonight, and it was good enough.
Soo xx
Oh young ladies who undress for a night out
Not pleasant viewing for us who prefer to cover our attributes in company
And the world is a happier place as a result, I’m sure ![]()
Soo xx
A case can certainly be made for hiding one’s bush under a lightel.
Oooooooooooo squeakwins
I lurve a squeakwin or ten
It might be warm enough for a dive into my our gin lake from my trapeze
< whistles > “Take a pair of sparkling thighs…”
The trapeze was removed overnight by the Health and Safety goons.
This may not contribute to their longevity ![]()
That is their problem, not mine.
Welcome back, Fishy
Wot about these 'ere Squeakwins? That Birdie seems quite discombobulated, & itizz only Wednesday…
Carinthia. xx
They were seriously strange. Dead straight 1960s-style skirts, hip to mid-thigh, covered in silver sequins the size of twopenny pieces. To my eye they would suit nobody on God’s green earth, but that’s just me.
I am appealing the decision to take the trapeze from the garden beside the gin lake
Go for it. Do you have their address?
A little Finnish honey with a glittering hiney,
Cannae sit doon but her arse is shiny,
Give it a pinch, she gets quite porcupiney -
Better just drink yer beer.