I apologise for being absent without providing a note from my Mum last week, I was in a plane crash and we were stranded in a chain of mountains without food, the only way to survive was to eat my FF post, for which I am sorry, it didnt taste very nice so was probably a shambles of a post anyway.
Anyway, I’m back and its great so see Rochelle still manning the fort and with photography provided by Sarah Potter it makes for a rather pleasing combo.
Thinking cap is on, so here we go.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Thoroughly tired of the humiliation of being baled out by his more stealthy wife; she was so much more surreptitious in her Swinging. He, however, was always getting caught with his trousers round his ankles, literally since he’d started Dogging.
But the thrill of the chase was becoming tiresome, not to mention being on first name terms with some of the local constabulary, a little more with one officer specifically!
To stop him straying a Honeytrap was set; a Pampas Grass bush planted right outside their Bungalow, easily visible from the road.
All they needed to do now was wait.
There we go 100 words on the nature and pitfalls of Swinging in Suburbia, google it if you’re unsure!
The Count Of North Clifton 
Dear Shrawley,
Look at you on the first row! Your excuse for last week is quite, erm…inventive. 😉 As is your story. I guess some folks weren’t meant to be swingers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Second… but first of the second 😉 And I was gonna say the same thing!
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Thanks Rochelle, glad to be back, the week kind of passed me by… it happens sometimes
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I always wonder what befell those people who innocently planted pampas grass in their gardens
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No one innocently plants pampas grass Neil, they’re all at it; a secret society like the masons
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I’m not too sure what’s more creative, your “note” or your story. “Dogging” – I learnt something new today! haha.
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Thanks Tannille! It’s rampant around the cotswolds, not just twee chocolate box cottages there!
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My my. What goes on around your neighbourhood when the sun sets? Glad you survived the plane crash.
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Thanks Iain, it was based loosely on an excuse from the “Young Ones” book from years back
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I didn’t know anything about the connotations of Pampas Grass in your garden, or Doggers! And because I had to google it, that did take away from my enjoyment of the story (sorry) because I didn’t get it.
I did enjoy your version of ‘the computer ate my homework’. Very amusing 🙂
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Thanks Trishsplace much appreciated, maybe read it again in a few months!! But avoid Cotswold car parks at dusk!!
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Stay safe. No more plane crash or having to eat posts!
Next time you are hungry, you have such meaty food for thought- interesting stories to chew on 🙂
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Thanks Anita! If only we could survive on the words we write! Problem is i’d be feasting on junk food all day!!
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What are you on?
First you check it at #6 (I am a free man!) then you write the biggest heap of mince I have laughed at in yonks.
Chapeau, mon brave
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Ha! I think! I walked the dog, cleared my head and wrote it before I went out to work, waiting for some files to come from the HQ server (blah blah) I like writing in the morning, Its all getting a bit too much in the evenings these days, we’re meant to be moving house in about 3 weeks so my mind is on other things!!
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What? You missed MY photo last week? I am shocked, appalled and terribly sad – course, I’m totally teasing here. A little bit.
As for this here story: Takes a special kinda skill to become adept at the swinging incognito thing. Actually, methinks if one must sneak, one is actually cheating rather than swinging but hey, semantics.
Too much fun, as per.
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Thanks Dale, truth is, we’re getting ready to move house, maybe in 3 weeks!!!! So my mind is on other things right now! But if you reming me of the photo from last week i’ll write you a special story all for yourself!
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Oh my…no kidding! And don’t be silly, you’ve got other fish to fry! 🙂
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He should be careful, its obviously a plant. 🙂
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I’m almost ashamed to say I didn’t need to Google any of this – not sure what this says about me!
My yarn!
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Sadly, neither did I, Keith, neither did I!
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It’s all getting a little hot under the collar around here!!
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You’re obviously in the same club as me!!
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You’ll guarantee a chuckle from me just by the mention of trousers around ankles. Really entertaining story, Minister!
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Thanks Penny!!
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Very interesting. Sucks to get caught with the pants down!
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Yes it does indeed!!
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I think I’ll take your excuse with a pinch of salt. Enjoyed your story; we were mortified to discover when we moved into our present house, that the front garden was liberally dotted with pampas grass. Most of it wasn’t visible from the road.. the clumps that were we quickly removed. You never know when strangers will call… 😦
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So what i’ve discovered from this particular post and its replies is that many folk know about this left field world!!
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Don’t worry Sandra your secret’s safe!!
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Our suburb is pretty quiet compared to the one you describe. Of course, most of us are 70+. 🙂
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A bird on the hand is worth two the Pampa Grass – me thinks
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Plane crash one week, dogging the next…
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I have to say I think I like the first story better. Although it sounds even worse for the protagonist of that one. Too funny.
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