wet wet wet
Buggerham village has been somewhat awash this week. It began with torrential rain and ended with my washing machine 'letting go' big style.
On the upside Mrs Peach let me take her roughly on the upstairs landing and was suitably moist too.
This was a surprise treat but the rough texture of the seagrass natural flooring has left an unattractive griddle-like pattern across my knees.
I haven't yet seen what it might have left upon cecily's deriere.
This though an alarming 'washboard' sound whenever she pulls her jeans on.
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