Feather Boas, Welsh Terrier Sex and Trefor’s Two Mile Hike

 

It’s been a funny old day all told.
I went to a funeral today where all the pall bearers ( male and female ) were wearing fluffy pink boas
The coffin was carried out of the church to the graveside to the tune of  Big Spender By Shirley Bassey
It suited the character of the guy who had died.
During the service my colleague , who must have thought I needed a tissue delved into her handbag and offered me a sanitary pad, which flummoxed me just a little.
What would Thora Hird do in such a situation ? I thought quickly
And didn’t burst into my usual go to of schoolboy chuckling

Yes it’s been a funny afternoon all told.

I’ve just been talking to my neighbour old Trefor , who was out for his daily walk.
He’s 97 so “ old” seems somewhat of an understatement , but he’s still going strong and had just walked 2 miles up and around the Gop without stopping. 
As we chatted over the garden gate another villager passed and stopped his car. He has a welsh terrier and after the hellos were done and on the spur of the moment I asked if he would be interested in introducing his young male to Mary next time she was in season . He said he would especially as your average Welsh terrier now costs up to and beyond two grand.

I’m quite giddy at the thought of puppies in the cottage.






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