Lovely Linda and The Meaty Farts

 

I’m not banging on about being busy

But I’m busy.

I’m on a two day training course and it’s college night tomorrow 

I’ve just finished nights as well,

And they were busy too.

I got home all in a rush, and after dog walking, cat feeding and the like took a few minutes respite and let Dorothy give my feet a jolly good licking

It was Delightful! 

Now when she’s on a good one, Dorothy can slobber over my bunions for a good half hour, during which she has a particularly odious habit of farting rather heavily. 

I think it’s a kind of gastrocolic reflex, like a baby sucking a bottle will wind

And It’s only a small price to pay, to be sure

But today I wasn’t banking on the velvet voiced Linda knocking on the door wanting to organise a community council meeting just as Dorothy was in mid lickn’fart

I let Linda in before I realised that not only my feet were covered in slobber, but that the cottage smelled of the meatiest of farts….and boy are we talking meaty.!

I was mortified .

Blaming Dorothy seemed like the most obvious of ruses 

So I said nothing and hoped she wouldn’t notice

Linda was as gracious and as smiley as always, she’s rather like Chic Eleanor in this respect 

But I did notice that she didn’t stay very long at all