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Nearly caught up the missed months























Rather late as It’s taken a while to sort a few WordPress problems out…















I rather enjoyed May…


























Wonderful, wonderful…
Wow what a place….



































Let us ease back into these…
A young couple of abstinence sceptic
Enjoyed oral, though she’s epileptic
Half way through had a fit
He yelled out, as she bit
Left it savaged, alas, it got septic
Back to living…













































hmmmmm
I’m not sure whether the title of this piece needs an ! Or a ?
After nearly thirty years I have taken redundancy and am no longer employed.
I first went to work at the Halifax Building Society more than twenty nine years ago, and it has been one of the longest relationship of my life.
But now I am done.
I have no major plans to fill my days over the next few months, though I intend to return to my blog and to learning how to do wood panelling, and taking a number of holidays and to simply not doing what i’ve done for as long as I can remember doing it, whatever it was I actually did.
I loved almost every minute of it, but i’m ready for something different now, or at least I will be soon.
It’s a strange thing to say, but getting cancer and losing my job may just turn out to be two of the best things that have happened in the last eighteen months, and I feel quite excited about the prospects of whatever happens next…
hmmmm…not sure what I was doing…certainly not taking photos…
























Christmas lingering, snow, sausage rolls and dogs mostly


















Chap with an itch, he suspected
That he may quite perhaps be infected
With gross oozing and scabs
Fierce burning and crabs
As he whored himself daft, unprotected
just give up now…
A chance to improve
These all new inspiring goals
You didn’t make Feb
Mostly dogs and food really











































Sharing because theyre just wild…











Another day another limerick
A dancer with hip sway, hypnotic
On the stage raked it on, so exotic
With a spin and a swirl
A gyration and twirl
Pried each pay cheque from onlookers wallet
Oh hello, old friend
Once a chap quite rotund, found of beers
On a diet ate saled, then cheered
Off the booze, quite the shock
There revealed was his cock
Which was hid neath his belly for years
You cant get that deep when you’re enjoying a Pina Colada
Silver whipped seas under hurrying grey skies
Gulls dive, salt on the wind as incessant waves crash
Time slips by, and the waters call
Drawing me, the primal return from where we came
To sooth and calm, lifted from the weight of the world
I stand, ready to fall under the sirens spell
And then, with clarity recall…
Fuck right off, it looks bloody freezing. ..
A few pics from last month

































And we continue…
A stomach troubled woman called Cath
Felt romantic, took her man for a bath
But alas, code brown troubles
When she giggled and made bubbles
And launched little brown ducks, not a laugh…
Another day, another limerick
Foot fetish butcher got wild at the sight
Of lambs feet, made his trousers go tight
Nothing got him as hot as
A pair of pigs trotters
And cloved hooves left him sleepless at night
Lets do an A-Z, shall we…
An acrobatic foodie called Wendy
Quite pliable, twist and bendy
She’d scoff meats, pies, and breads
With her legs round her head
TikTok famouns, became pretty trendy
Something for your Sunday
A most confident whore from Mauritius
Declared her vagina delicious
Not a fan of the truth
and without any proof
Also claimed her butthole was nutritious
Ruining diminutive Japanese poetry one haiku at a time. Life stuff for you right there///
Oh how I love thee
Then I got big into cake
Got fat together