Snow was general all over Stroud. It was falling upon the Tesco Express from its toilet seats and, further westwards, falling into its car park. It was falling too upon the chained trolleys. It lay drifted upon the dashboard of James Joyce's BMW . . .
@Vekica π€£π€£ S'how she likes her men - same her autumn casserole: thick & beefy & filling her pot. π€£π€£π€£π€£π€£
Me: Lookout, it's starting to bubble over!!!!
Vek: Leave it, it's fine. Just fine.
Me: But.....
Vek: Leave it.
@Vekica Redwood, cherrywood, clitwood.......once you're sweating & swinging, you're sweating & swinging.
***Vek retreats to her room for a lie down & a dwell on the matter.*** π€£π€£π€£