Burkinis in the distance
Thank God, the Welsh only have hang ups about sex and chspel!
We are sitting on the beach again happily enjoying the sight of a dozen or so Muslim ladies in Burkinis having a bit of a surf.
I've only had a couple of hours sleep but after the "Fridge door " incident, I thought it prudent to get out of the village with the Prof who has had to cope with the cottage responsibilities unaided for the past 48 hours!
Not only has the " door" put him into somewhat of a mental decline, he's finally lost his patience with our elderly bed mattress which for him is as comfortable as lying on a barrel load of hedgehogs and these two things coupled with a middle of the night lightening storm which triggered a somewhat unexpected canine diarrhoea event, the poor academic is in need to a beach break.
He doesn't do the mini disasters of real life.
So here we are again,
but this time I've refused to burn my arsehole !
Tomorrow will be an exciting day...the Prof goes back to work after a month off, the cottage is having new Windows fitted and Winnie, well, Winnie will be beside herself, cos she will be given free rein with two ( YES TWO!!! ) window fitting workmen all of her own!
The subsequent bulldog masturbatory frenzy will be sight for very sore eyes!