Monty jumped on me at five forty five a.m.
"Fish" he whispered as his mighty cat mouth delicately removed my earlobes.
"Whatever you say Mont" I half grinned "You're the boss".
So as I slapped on my glasses and slipped into my slippers I felt nothing but love for my half ton, fat tummed, angel chops :)
After obeying him I stood in the shower and started thinking about other things.
Things like:
Sausages. Toad-in-the-hole for tea
Prescriptions. I remember when they were twenty pence.
Spots. I'm not sixteen no more yeah, just go away !
Insect Bites. Buggers.
Heavy duty poetry. But not about the war.
Ankles. Getting bigger?
Growing my hair. Want to be wild again.
Morgan Freeman. Get well soon you wonderful actor you.
Coco Pops or Porridge for brekkie? Pops are fun Podge is worthy.
Trousers or skirt? Depends what zip I can do up easily
And as I gently scrubbed off yesterdays dirt with a big old purple brush I looked down and screamed out
"What's that?!!!"
Old age is horrid.
Monty was waiting and listening outside the bathroom and as I stepped over him he rugby tackled me.
Coco Pops.
7 comments:
roflmao!!!
Every time you do this to me.
Monty has a very regal look
Control yourself Vic or I'll kick your varicose veins.
Monty has a regal look Clayton because he is a prince and I am a Queen.
.....And I am the Duchess. Remember me? I was going to send you the link when I found out about Mr. Freeman. One of my favorite actors...hear he's doing well and joking about.
I come up with my best ideas in the shower. I had to chuckle at your ponderings....you and I should meet very soon.
Had some wonderful news this evening. I've been helping a friend run for a POLITICAL office and just heard she won. Just our local township supervisor position, but nonetheless, she called me with the wonderful news. She took every precinct. The man that held the office before was a self-serving prick. (Is it ok to post that on your blog?) So we're celebrating tonight :)
Gotta hit the hay my Queen. It's almost midnight and I have sooooo much to do tomorrow.
Much love to you and Monty,
D
P.S. I made pickles yesterday. Bread and butter variety.
Hope you had a good sleep Mayor Duch,
You must tell me what 'township supervisor' means. It sounds fab. And she landed it because of your help.
And yes you can use the word prick, we're all adults here. Don't always behave like adults sometimes, but that's another story.
Love to you, the Duke, the dukettes and the little duchessette.
X
If you cant see Monty when leaving bathroom just goes to show you must be drunk again, again.......
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