On returning home from my afternoon indiscretion I found Marlowe sitting outside the front yard gate. As I flipped the catch he nosed his way in and went straight for the window box. He sniffed around a bit then fell back down on all fours.
“Wooof!” he woofed, disappointedly
“Oh, There's nothing there for you yet, boy” I said, “you'll have to give us a minute.”
The honest look that the dog gave me made me feel terrible, like somehow it was him and his loyal innocence I had betrayed. I dropped to my knees and flung myself around his neck. As I washed him in my guilty tears he licked and slobbered at my ear lobe. “God, what will you do when I'm gone?” I cried “You know, I won't be around for ever.”
Tristram's Birthday: Sunday 3rd October
Cheap jam sponge or something a little more exciting? How will Mr Spencer celebrate his 32nd year in hell?
Trolley Dash August 2010
Did Tristram accidently pick up a REAL bargain?
Brian the Postboy's gift to John: an ankle bracelet inscribed 'Super Dong'
Scrap metal or has John been 'tagged'. Is Tristram Spencer really the only fated man in town?
The Dangerous Dandy by Barbara Cartland
Will Tristram finally be brought to account for his love of Babs? And: is 25 years hard labour enough?
An Influx of Pigeons
Is there still some hope for the fated Mr Spencer?
Back to decimals!
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If you go away
I want Marlowe...
Tristy to distract you and give you something else to think about .. you know take you away from your reality .. I have tagged you in a fashion post .. I could not think of someone I would rather hear their opinion about their own style from. It may give your self confidence a boost..Not that you need it after your little dalliance xx
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