or even better an Edith...
Painting a perfect word picture of the
so called 'chaos and turmoil...'
prevailing in their hilltop 'sanctuary' or to be all in the Now
'retreat' - i bet theyve joined that bandwagon by now.
The ultimate even if they wouldn't know the word, all those mindfulness books and caca crap keeps them in workshop signage...
Hers " join me for a meditative meander of your Lowlander municipal park at a pound a footstep.."
Now....nobody else has managed to sneak under her skirts - changed thrice a day, the mediative garb for off to see her guruman...
Then there's lunch...
(even if merely KAren from Nottinum'....)
And then the afternoon wellies and go and eye up the slave costume....
As hubbie is too busy out in his great big performative sexy 'truck
Thing is incongruity can be one of the most sexy thrilling things....
oops how sad no morebatt
i wonder if she ever found my only once ever buy of wireless headphones in their much heap....
which were glued to this one....
Even MisterBaAtes couldnt come up with so much pathos in one workerdayman at his JOBs...
hubby ranting and fuming in his Rupert truck...
workerdayman " no she may be the most absurd creature to ever have monetised paganism in this place or any other....but at least she knows how to suck up to her slave and be on his side of the wall ...prick...as between us we have a time and motion system as to where the muckheap best belongs rather than your performative mansplaining it in your fancy loader all over the place ..... so i sit and watch him from my garrett window sweating just a little on the job you promised to do several years back... "
Now.... its all so much more interesting than may be assumed..
Especially the look she gave me sat at the fayre on Sunday....
To be cont....forever
