Morning campers and beg my pardon for being late; ironic as it is 5:42am as I write this, I’ve been up sine 5:15, i’ve got a mental health and wellbeing course later this morning, far away from home, but being up this early is really trying my patience, lets see how the rest of it goes.
Hello Rochelle, our weekly shenanigans continue under your expert tutoring and thanks to regular Fun girl Dale Rogerson for her haunting photo, well that’s what I thought when I saw it, I immediately thought “disaster”. So let’s see what happens, and what tripe and dream residue tumbles from my mind this morning.
Without further ado.
On My Marks…
It seemed like an odd place for a first official date; midnight at the park in Humpybong.
Paula first spoke to Dave Troll, responding to a cold call to sell her loft insulation. She Living in a basement she had no need, although she joked about sound-proofing; the couple upstairs were at it like rabbits ALL night!
They’d laughed, she noted his direct number.
Daily flirting once made her drop her biscuit during elevenses, so they arranged a rendezvous.
Dave arranged the curry on the table, Paula immediately loved his grand gesture, his inconsistent spelling
“I hope you like Goat”
There we are, 100 words on the nose, as bloody usual, what can I say, this ungodly hour brings production, let’s hope it doesn’t damage my well being.