The Race is On

Evening all,

Blimey is been a bit balmy today hasn't it.

It'll soon be time for the string vest, knotted handkerchief, and socks with sandals attached won't it..... and to go along with that the acres and acres of pale,flaccid flesh that will unwisely be exposed to an ungrateful sun and an unwilling public.

Bits and pieces of people that haven't seen the light of day for years will suddenly get exposed to elements they aren't used to coming into contact with:

air, wind and sunshine will all play their part in making these bits sweaty, sore, red, itchy and slightly scaly, we're Northern European, we can't take it, our bodies are made to be hidden under shapeless fleeces and sensible trousers, our skin tone should be one shade lighter than cadaver....thats just the way it is, deal with it, cover it up, especially if its pierced, an odd shape or inverted, and move on..

Anyhoo, i saw these two little chaps/chapettes gambolling across the field, having a great time, and then the call went out....

"Barbara,Eunice its time for tea.."

and that was it, game over off they went towards their mum at a full pelt, mother stands for comfort and food, and so..

The Race Is On !