Got to Winnie’s bench.
There were a bloke sat on it.
Now then.
Now then.
Come far ?
No, not far.
You ?
No, not far.
Grand day eh ?
Aye cracking.
Then he starts vaping about 3m upwind of me and covered me in some sickly stink. Minging.
I did one for half hour and came back.
In other news.
My legs would be less blindingly white if i covered them in calamine lotion.
I think me new bobby dazzler go faster shoes might be too narrow for me hobbits feet.
The bench needs a lick of paint – will try and do it later this week.
As well as lots of curlew and lapwing i saw three Maccydees in a bush.
Is 53 too young to move from a C15 to a B17 saddle ? Asking for me ass 🫣.
Scorchio !!! 🥵🥵🥵
