If anyone is interested,
due to a whole history of events,
I find myself bereft of company of any sort on Xmas day.
So, I propose that I am prepared to entertain anybody who may also be at a loose end on Xmas Day to join me at a picnic of sorts at Tunsdall Park, Nunawading at 12.00 noon.
It may not be grand, but it will be friendly!
No charge, oh and any working girls will be financially rewarded.
Had a really good shag this morning with a lovely lady half my age. Well, actually a bit less than half my age, but I digress.
She had contacted me and had been pleading with me for a fuck for ages, about three months anyway. So, I finally relented and agreed.
She was very compliant with any suggestion right up until the point of me agreeing, then, as if by magic, she suddenly realises that now she is in command, well rather her delicious pussy is calling the shots and
Last night, I found a pretty butterfly in my garden. I was checking a swarm, but it had got away. The telltale honeycomb clinging to the branch like a flag denoting the attempt at freedom.
But this butterfly was amazing. Delicate, perfect, whispy thin wings with beautiful markings and an impossibly tiny stick like body. I briefly held it in my hands, not touching it really, just letting it rest on my clumsy cupped palms. It stood on its tiny legs, its wings slowly moving up and down. Just st
I didn't know her much at all really. She had died somewhere far away and she was related by marriage to one of my sisters. So, to support my sister, I volunteered to go to the funeral without hesitation.
Funerals are fascinating cultural events. All cultures treat death with reverence. Ours no less than any other culture.
I arrived at the Church in the small country town. Found the Church, I had presumed there would be two, but it did not matter as I found the correct one straight off.
Well, it was Sunday, and I still still need to get fitter for the snow.
So, I ventured off at 2.00 pm and headed off to Kew only a mere 5 klms to visit my elderly mum in her nursing home.
Bland, bland, bland.
So off I go, down the road. Note the word down. Down has many meanings, to "Go Down" on a woman, is not quite the same as peddling a cycle down the hill. Not even similar.
I, of course, was on the bloody push bike, going down the hill. Rapidly, and as events continued, ever
I walked to the stadium. I clearly needed some exercise and as the snow fields are beckoning, some improvement in my overall fitness would be a good thing. That was the theory anyway. A mere 45 minutes later and I strode into the stadium feeling quite pleased with the plan so far.
I was a bit early for my son's game. He had hit me up for some cash earlier in the week. At least he still talks to me. Miss the dog. A take away cappuchino and I'm in the stand waiting for my son's game.
I like the ballet. The Australian Ballet actually. I really enjoy the whole thing. Get dressed up a bit, watch the show, bubbly during the intervals, supper, a real night out.
Now that I am no longer burdened with the minister for war, I get to invite beautiful women to attend with me.
Well, last night was opening night for 2012.
Tickets in hand, (Not the best I admit, but better than nothing) I arrive with plenty of time, parking prepaid, programmes too. Eventually, she arrives. A v
Got the text message late in the afternoon.
"If I commit suicide are you sad or not?"
Then a few seconds later.
"I'm tired of my life"
So, like a drowned kitten, I frantically text back all sorts of reassuring texts.
She lives in another city, hours away by plane.
No answer at all.
I try again, I ring and leave voice mail messages. I offer air tickets and a "holiday" for a few days.
I feel hopelessly helpless. I am stunned by the brevity of her "crie de couer". Part of
Well I did it.
I bought a young pretty girl a wedding dress. But wait, not the wedding dress, but a dress for her to wear as a guest at a wedding. She had talked about "the red dress" for a few outings, so when I texted her about it, she suddenly wanted to visit the Factory Outlet I may have mentioned. She was impressed that I even knew about the place. Tucked away out of the glare of most people.
She found a rather stylish dresh in purple, but, as luck would not have it, the only jolly