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I left my account open earlier today while I raided the drinks cabinet, and my friend thought it would be a really jolly jape to jump on my keyboard and post a snotty comment at random, so he did, on on an older (2006) story, and I just want to go on record as saying it wasn't me, I don't do that kind of thing, I never have, and I never will. My dad brought me up to believe that if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all, and it worries me that people will now get the impression I'm some sort of troll. I gave my pal a good kick up the arse, but he really can't see that he did anything wrong; 'it's all anonymous, isn't it? It's not like anyone knows who you really are...' was his parting shot, and he couldn't understand that my reputation here, such as it is, is really all I have on Lit, and now he's pretty much made me troll-fodder. I really don't want the poor guy whose story he trashed to think it was me, when in reality it was a jackass with one too many beers down his neck. I apologised, what else could I do, but the harm has already been done. Sometimes i wonder about some of my friends...

I think all of us have had a "friend" like that at one time or another. Some you have to cut loose and some you just have to kill and move on. ;)
 
I need new glasses.
I cannot clearly see all the strange hieroglyphs on my camera screen :(
 
Today was to be our first day out as husband and wife for months. We were going with a pensioners' group to a historic garden finishing with a cream tea in the stable block.

We left home in the dry. By the time we were on the last ten miles, the rain was falling in sheets and the roads turned into rivers. The best way there is by small rural roads.

We met a full size HGV (44 tonne truck) with a police escort on a single track road with infrequent passing places, and those passing places weren't wide enough for the HGV to pass us. I reversed 100 yards and drove into a muddy field entrance.

Another mile down the road we met a dust cart (garbage truck). I had to pull over the edge of the road to allow it to pass. My nearside wheels were one foot from being in a swollen river. Two road closures and diversions later we arrived at our destination exactly at the scheduled meeting time. Instead of 30 of us there were 9. We had coffee and cakes but the garden has very few surfaced paths. Most of the walking areas are grass and the water was running everywhere. After the coffee we decided it was pointless as the rain was still very heavy.

We went to a nearby supermarket. On the way we had to negotiate three flooded roads and reverse another 50 yards to allow a tractor to pass. We had lunch in the supermarket cafe but their coffee/tea machine was broken.

We drove home to find that it hadn't rained at all and the sun was shining brightly on our seaside home.

Not a good outing.
 
Today was to be our first day out as husband and wife for months. We were going with a pensioners' group to a historic garden finishing with a cream tea in the stable block.

We left home in the dry. By the time we were on the last ten miles, the rain was falling in sheets and the roads turned into rivers. The best way there is by small rural roads.

We met a full size HGV (44 tonne truck) with a police escort on a single track road with infrequent passing places, and those passing places weren't wide enough for the HGV to pass us. I reversed 100 yards and drove into a muddy field entrance.

Another mile down the road we met a dust cart (garbage truck). I had to pull over the edge of the road to allow it to pass. My nearside wheels were one foot from being in a swollen river. Two road closures and diversions later we arrived at our destination exactly at the scheduled meeting time. Instead of 30 of us there were 9. We had coffee and cakes but the garden has very few surfaced paths. Most of the walking areas are grass and the water was running everywhere. After the coffee we decided it was pointless as the rain was still very heavy.

We went to a nearby supermarket. On the way we had to negotiate three flooded roads and reverse another 50 yards to allow a tractor to pass. We had lunch in the supermarket cafe but their coffee/tea machine was broken.

We drove home to find that it hadn't rained at all and the sun was shining brightly on our seaside home.

Not a good outing.

Ah, Merrie England
 
Australian Plot Bunny?

I woke up in the middle of the night with this song stuck in my head. It has inspired yet another Og story:

Original 1930s version by Flotsam and Jetsam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD9n-wjnfjI

Modern stage version:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBgIkoylBhs

Lyrics:

Learn how Lizzie met an Aussie

Told her girlfriend Mary-Anne

"Mary-Anne I've met a man who says he's an Austray-ee-an"
"Falling for him have your Lizzie?"
Lizzie blushing shook her head
Said Mary-Anne "don't think you can fool me" and then she said:


"Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?
Is it 'cos he is an Aussie that he keeps you busy Lizzie?
'as he jazzy ways and does he make you go all fuzzy wuzzy?

Got you dizzy, 'as he Lizzie?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?"
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?

Is it because he is an Aussie that he keeps you busy Lizzie?
Has he jazzy ways and does he make you go all fuzzy wuzzy?
Got you dizzy, 'as he Lizzie?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?"

"Seems this digger likes my figure"
Lizzie then told Mary-Anne
"Likes my ways and claims to think-U'm what these Aussies call fair-dinkum"
"Throws a fond eye, talks of Bondi
And he's tried to kiss me twice
When I said 'No' he said 'Good-oh'"

Said Mary-Anne "How nice"

Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?
Is it because he is an Aussie that he keeps you busy Lizzie?
Has he jazzy ways and does he make you go all fuzzy wuzzy?
Got you dizzy, 'as he Lizzie?

Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?"

Soon this wonder from Down Under
Got himself right down to biz
Lost no time in coaxing Liz
To promise that she would be his

He being well-born, lived in Mel-bourne
So they sailed at once for there
Poor Mary-Anne without a man
Repeats this maiden's prayer:

"Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?
Is it because he is an Aussie that he keeps you busy Lizzie?
Has he jazzy ways and does he make you go all fuzzy wuzzy?
Got you dizzy, 'as he Lizzie?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?"

(he's a bonza bloke)

Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?
Is it because he is an Aussie that he keeps you busy Lizzie?
Has he jazzy ways and does he make you go all fuzzy wuzzy?
Got you dizzy, 'as he Lizzie?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, eh?"

Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he?
Is he an Aussie, Lizzie, is he, eh?
 
My third Nude Day story is proceeding very slowly.

As a break from it, I finished a Femdom story that has been in the pending file since 2004, a sequel to Norwegian Petticoat (2003).

I have just submitted it. Back to Nude Day.
 
It's up! It is Fetish Femdom so has limited appeal. I expect the rating to end up in the range 3.30 to 3.80 but some readers like this sort of story.

https://www.literotica.com/s/norwegian-apron

My usual Femdom hating Anon didn't like it and left a comment. It has two votes and a rating of 3.00 :rolleyes:
 
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Hugs :rose: We've got vanilla, coffee and some hideous bubblegum stuff, plus one strawberry scooter bar I'm sure the munchkin would let you have.

<hugs> back. Thank you. :rose: What a kind munchkin you have that would share a strawberry scooter bar.

There are days when things that would otherwise be funny . . . simply are not. :(

Ain't that the truth. :(

More <hugs>. :rose:
 
<hugs> back. Thank you. :rose: What a kind munchkin you have that would share a strawberry scooter bar.



Ain't that the truth. :(

More <hugs>. :rose:

*hugs* :rolleyes: I'm just stuck at home, locked out of the garage, and feeling frustrated.

She is very big on sharing, even when you don't want any, lol.
 
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