Naughty postcard

I’ve been a busy bee today, blipmates.

I’ve been meaning to paint my bathroom for about two years now, and the pot of paint has been gathering dust for at least a year. 

This morning I decided to procrastinate no longer, so I cleared the walls and shelves and got on with it. I’m three quarters done, but have called it a day because my back and neck are aching. I’ll finish tomorrow.

The significance of the blip is that among the pictures on the bathroom wall is my collection of ‘naughty’ postcards, and this was the original. My friend Moe sent it to me the summer I moved into the village, but she didn’t quite get the address correct and the postman delivered it to a respectable   elderly lady with the same surname. She wrote in pencil that the postcard had been wrongly delivered, popped it back in the post and I duly received it. However, because of the nature of the image, and the fact that Moe had written, “Nice bum, eh?”, I was highly embarrassed and thought my reputation in the village would be tarnished forever!

My friends thought it was hilarious and for a while were sending me dirty cheeky naughty postcards at every opportunity. I have about ten of them in little clip-frames on the bathroom wall and they make me smile from time to time. This is probably the most innocent one of the lot!