When the weather stops being fine (16)

Ah… last of the holiday snaps.  Barring some tragic accident like a plane crash or a shark attack or putting too much milk in her coffee just one time too many, I should be back in the saddle and being spurred to resume what is laughably called ‘real’ life.  Might take a while to respond to comments, might be near instantaneous.  Or maybe there haven’t been any comments.  Who knows?  I certainly don’t.  It’s still 1st of August here.

Anyway, extra-super-bonus bumper post today.  Don’t get used to it – back to ‘normal’ from now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 










When the weather’s fine (14)

Quick recap, Servitor still on holiday, back in a few days’ time unless y’know, I’m dead or something.  Who knows?  It’s still, three weeks ago, for me.  The zombie apocalypse might have happened.

 So, yeah, more contextless, replyless and more than usually witless captions.  Gotta keep civilisation going, even in these post-apocalyptic times.


 

 

 

 



When the weather’s fine (7)

Little recap seven days in (I know I told you before but a lot of the readers of this blog are male and let’s face it, mental agility’s not exactly our strong point, is it chaps?).  Servitor on holiday, not really here, all these are pre-loaded and that’s why I’m not replying to your comments, got it?

OK, yes, subbie, you’re right, I’m not really ‘here’ here with you anyway, in your room where you’re sitting with your trousers down around your ankles.  But I’m even less ‘here’ than usual, yeah?  Got it?

No?

Oh well, just look at the pictures of pretty women and do what you came here to do, anyway…