Flups

Too right I wouldn’t.

He’s still a very pretty man. That cheeky face still makes my heart leap.

Teenage crush (I went into a period of deep mourning when ‘Big Night Out’ ended in 1991. Look how beautiful he is).

Thankfully it didn’t happen today, I don’t have to be in work that early, thank goodness! Have a good one, my love x

Blossom and daffodils always make things seem instantly brighter xx

A cup of hot chocolate which I’d reheated in the microwave at work and had basically ejaculated itself all over the place.

Tuesday.

It’s a small world, after all.

The terminal numbness to everything has been in situ for years.

So it Disney happen?

You snooze, you lose, I’m afraid.

No and yes.

Never mind the snow, I’m more concerned about the strange man with the massive dragony lizard head on the left!

Well, this is *pleasant. My body has decided that it rather likes waking up at 4am.

*the absolute antithesis of pleasant

That’s what I was implying, yes.

Or a ladies undergarment salesperson: Knickers? Sure!

I think it’s filth.

It smells Dell-icious.

🎶Wooden tit be good to be in your shoes…🎶

Tongs are often involved when spooning.

They absolutely do! It’s how I discovered how blumming gorgeous it smells. Have a look on Cult Beauty.

Escentric.

A bottle of Escentric Molecules perfume which smells all of the yum.

I have treated myself to this beautiful thing. I shall now smell so delicious that I imagine I shall be munched upon many times during the day.

Absolute FILTH!

Nothing could be as wet as that.

Big spoons are the best type.

Does it often lead to a Donald Duck?

It always happens to me; I’m promised a cuddle from behind but end up with a deserted spoon.