Bush Trimming, and Gay Thoughts

I've just harnessed my innate gay energy

I've finally summoned my inner most Mildred Pierce and in a fit of gay energy have cut down the overgrown evergreen bush in the front garden to a manageable height.
I could almost hear neighbours Mandy & Sailor John breathe  a huge joint sigh of contentment after I had finished
It had been an eyesore for a year
It's a hard job given that Dorothy and Albert are following my every movement.
Winnie is sitting my the gate watching for any passerby to stop.
When they envairably do, she isn't shy at showing each one her shaved leg site where the vets took a blood sample.
She's very conscious of it's haematoma
She's such a drama queen

As I was humping the cut foliage across to my field bonfire I spied Rhodri driving down the lane .
He waved rather self consciously . " Rhodri " is my friend with very occasional benefits. I won't say any more than that, after all he's single and outwardly very straight but it was nice to see a friendly, masculine face today
I'm very sanguine about Rhodri 
Him being firmly in a closet is his own affair and not my problem.
Now writing this snippet of gossip should get the locals' gums gnashing!
I wish lockdown could be lifted for a sweaty 40 minutes!



Already this morning there are several dozen what 's app messages from the warden's group to catch up on as well as a few pithy one liners from friends to answer.
I caught up with my old friend Nigel yesterday for nearly an hour

Apparantly I remind him of Angela Landsbury 
WTF?

I'm tired after my gardening ablutions but will finish the job before sinking into my armchair for a snooze.
Ive not got to the Miranda Hart" fruit friends" stage quite yet

 But I will leave you with this somewhat worrying photograph of two Welsh policemen on duty.
In light of the fact the London parks are still full of sunbathers yesterday, our Welsh boys have taken loitering in public places an arrestable offence

Stay safe

Hey ho