A Muuuurth

As Chief Inspector Clouseau would have it, "A Muuuuurrrrth. .
Sitting quietly on the wall of my little bathroom this morning (I subscribe to Michael Caines view that a lifelong marriage is enhanced by having separate bathrooms). Why harm it, it hasn't hurt me, unlike the bloody horsefly that took yet another lump out of my elbow this fine morning!

I met our former neighbours this morning, fine chin-wagging going on when suddenly Eileen asked, "How's your mother in law, Audrey, is she still alive?"
I bent over at the waist, held onto my walking pole and wailed, "Yes and it's not bloody fair or funny anymore!"

Needless to say Mrs B flailed me when I got home. I must be getting like Max Moseley, it was fun. :-)))