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Daily trivia,
Grumpy old man,
Pictures of Emm
That’s it then - Summer is officially over and Autumn is upon us. And although poets may wax lyrical about the Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, it will take more than a few lines of poetry to make up for the worst Summer in living memory. The occasional sunny days we’ve had lately served only to remind us of the weather we should have been enjoying for weeks on end. And it’s not just the weather that’s upset me (though it’s the direct cause of my other grumble). It’s been months since Emma got her tits out in the great outdoors and, unless there’s a sudden change in the climate, it could well be next year before she startles the sheep again. I have suggested that the cold air might make her nipples more pronounced, and that raindrops (or even snowflakes) on her boobs would create a novel image, but she’s not overly keen. Here’s a reminder of what I’ve missed.
That’s it then - Summer is officially over and Autumn is upon us. And although poets may wax lyrical about the Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, it will take more than a few lines of poetry to make up for the worst Summer in living memory. The occasional sunny days we’ve had lately served only to remind us of the weather we should have been enjoying for weeks on end. And it’s not just the weather that’s upset me (though it’s the direct cause of my other grumble). It’s been months since Emma got her tits out in the great outdoors and, unless there’s a sudden change in the climate, it could well be next year before she startles the sheep again. I have suggested that the cold air might make her nipples more pronounced, and that raindrops (or even snowflakes) on her boobs would create a novel image, but she’s not overly keen. Here’s a reminder of what I’ve missed.
