Christmas Poem

He laid her on the table
So white, clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat
He rubbed her here and there.

He touched her neck and then her breast

And then drooling, felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,

He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide...he looked inside
All was dark and murky.

He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms..........

And then he stuffed the turkey.


Merry Christmas.

I am currently refurbishing one of the bedrooms.
It is all rush to get finished before Christmas.
Because I am in a rush everything that can go wrong does so.
The majority of the work has now been completed. The fitted wardrobes, cupboards, drawers’ etc. are now all fixed in position. The plumbing and electrical work is all done. The new skirting boards are all fitted and painted.
The new wallpaper is up and the walls emulsioned.
All that has to happen next, is the rest of the units have to be painted - lots and lots of painting, then the new handles fitted. The new dressing table top fitted properly. The carpet is due to be fitted on Tuesday.

Phew !!

I hate work. -- Especially when it is unpaid

Well, I have just got in after another long slog home. In the run up to Christmas the traffic is now getting from bad to worse. All down the M56 it was a stop start crawl. Then we would get going at about 15 to 20 mph and suddenly all the cars in from brake, we stop and them move off again. This start - stop business really pisses me off. Especially after 45 minutes if it !!

I was typing this entry into blogger, I have now changed to work because it understands my typing quirks and can spell check on the hoof.

I was looking at an ad in the Manchester Metro today: -
‘You can become a property millionaire’ – just attend the FREE seminar and you can learn how to become a property millionaire with little outlay.

What’s the catch ?????

If it’s that easy then why are they advertising?