An Ode to Larkin…and Slugs
When I wake up in the morning,
I often find that slugs have slithered on my shoes overnight.
I always leave them in the porch at the end of the day… 81 more words
I’ve decided that I am going to stop blogging about sex, and things sex related for fear of flogging a dead horse and regurgitting previous sentiments reminiscent of a horny housewife who has recently discovered erotic literature but whose lack lustre sex life has left her frustrated on the verge of smearing fish paste strategically and lying very still… 493 more words