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Daily trivia,
Pictures of Emm,
Wedded bliss
There are some invitations you just can’t refuse. This is one of them, and you can go here to see precisely what was on offer at the time. But don’t get carried away. The pictures are only there to relieve the boredom of what is follows. Emma and I have just received another invitation we can’t say no to. We are off to Wrexham’s garden suburb yet again to care for the incredible bouncing dog and her feline partner in crime. Daughter Eva and her husband are flying to Ireland this week to see the grandchildren. Their original plan to go last month had to be postponed because of the children’s illness (which obviously ruined their Christmas, poor mites). For various reasons - mainly the near certainty of being pounced upon by the dog - Emma and I don’t normally have sex while we are in Wrexham, unless you count the occasional furtive grope under the bedclothes. It doesn’t help that, at this time of the year, Eva’s house is like a fridge in an igloo, thanks to an inefficient heating system and the frequent opening of the door for the benefit of the dog. But we have both been feeling so randy lately, we are determined to find a way this time. Who am I trying to kid?
There are some invitations you just can’t refuse. This is one of them, and you can go here to see precisely what was on offer at the time. But don’t get carried away. The pictures are only there to relieve the boredom of what is follows. Emma and I have just received another invitation we can’t say no to. We are off to Wrexham’s garden suburb yet again to care for the incredible bouncing dog and her feline partner in crime. Daughter Eva and her husband are flying to Ireland this week to see the grandchildren. Their original plan to go last month had to be postponed because of the children’s illness (which obviously ruined their Christmas, poor mites). For various reasons - mainly the near certainty of being pounced upon by the dog - Emma and I don’t normally have sex while we are in Wrexham, unless you count the occasional furtive grope under the bedclothes. It doesn’t help that, at this time of the year, Eva’s house is like a fridge in an igloo, thanks to an inefficient heating system and the frequent opening of the door for the benefit of the dog. But we have both been feeling so randy lately, we are determined to find a way this time. Who am I trying to kid?
