If today’s tale seems familiar it’s because I’ve based it on one from three years ago. I’m a bit pushed for time today as any minute now, Amazon-person will be ringing my bell and handing me a new PC. I’ll be off-line for a while getting it set up!
Last night my girlfriend bathed in champagne bath oil. She climbed out all pink and shiny and I couldn’t resist giving her hot little body a squeeze, but she went pop, shot from my arms and hit the ceiling! (Only kidding, it was more of a squeak than a pop)
I fancy bathing in red wine, a cheeky little Claret with a hint of blackcurrant although I’d probably emerge looking like an enormous beetroot. Perhaps a well-crafted beer would more sensible.
For now, I’ll make do with a squirt of citrus washing-up liquid, and pretend it’s gin and lime!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Nonny Mouse for the photo.
Pop Froggie’s bubbles to join in the fun!