Decided to make the poor old cottage look a little less redneck and dug out a ladder to take down the Christmas lights...
Creeping about on ingrowing toenails, tennis elbow in both arms, bent double with a ricked back from lugging engines; I caught a glimpse of the strange old man reflected back at me in the grubby windows. Face as grey as the hair on his head. Where the hell did he come from?!
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Ah, I've still got your ladder under my bed.
Would come and kiss it all better if you'd let me!
I still love ya despite how you look. :)
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