This last Saturday Beloved & I were later than usual taking K9 for his morning constitutional due to the showers,
When we arrived home ‘The Postie’ had delivered a pile of mail, one contained our bank statement ~ a payment had been deducted from a cancelled direct debit, looking at the time we had approximately half an hour to get into town, which was doable if we left immediately, earlier in the week ‘Postie’ had left a card stating a parcel had been undelivered could I call in and pick it up? so now would be the perfect time for me to call in the post office while Beloved went to the bank !!
At the edge of town I jumped out of the car making hasty arrangements where Beloved & I should meet up, anyhoo I made a dash to the parcel collection area at the post office.
I caught wafts of fabric conditioner, aftershave & I swear one woman was wearing Chanel #5, while the
stench aroma permeating from my good -self is a combination of wet dog and wet sheep (thanks to my rain drenched cardi) mingled with just a tad of badger poo …which is just as attractive as you are imagining ~ I’m thinking of marketing this desirable perfume to the young city dweller under the name of ‘Country Style’
After claiming my prize parcel I made my way to the prearranged meeting place…then the penny dropped, today was the very first time I had been in Beloveds company car ( he’s had it 6 weeks mind you ) I have no idea of the made or model, I only know it’s Black or Brown …or possibly dark Grey,
I’m having to peer into every dark car the passed by, I received the odd wave, strange look and double take, then after a complete age a car drew up looking suspiciously like it was kerb crawling, YEAH it’s Beloved…it transpires he’d forgotten where we were to meet!! I jumped into said car – it was only when I arrived home to be greeted with a full length mirror in our entrance vestibule …(it’s not large enough to be considered a hall) I notice my khaki’s are covered in mud, with dog snot down the leg, my cardi is button wrong due to cardi on, cardi off syndrome due to the humidity & showers and to top it off my hair is plastered Hitler style to my head, perhaps not the best look …but do you know what ~ I can carry it off