...you get one early on from the one local sex-bomb actual real rural lass - who deserves the nomenclatter, as being a real rural lass even after a MAncunian PR firm background, and having transitioned fully, to, in the local Coop wghere she would linger despite hubby back home weilding his meartcleaver: " ohh smell my armpits..... pure new wool.... that ive been grappling with this morning in the mud... my mud, no workshops involved.." and thus looked at least fifteen years younger than her same age as me....
That is fine, and that was then.... i can't even recall if she featured in wifeygate, when i don't need to, as you don't even THINK of ones already taken... even if she was driving force as she very very well knew...
especially our huddle in her pickup cab on the empty roads of APRIL 2020 such a wonderful huddle...
THEN ONE OF THEM CYCLES BY .... " are you all right......? you look as if you may be being... "
" ignore the stupid hypochondriac Helen i know what she is behind her vicious performative-nag...and she pays for the fancy supplements theyre all addicted to shoveling down their nags gobs, by defrauding poor humans defrauding them with the latest trendy must have supplement or detox..as she bragged to me when i was politely chatting to a fellow rural byway user a year back...... which clearly never worked on her very very toxy countenance... so where were we, now..... ohh yes isn't it paradise we can just stop and chat very close up in your cab in the middle of the road... no traffic, now all the rest are cowering at home, even HERE! ... except her over there god she was SO fun....even you couldn't match her....she told me she was armed when i stopped for a natter a few weeks ago.... playfully ..I mean you must remember Blott.... he would be funing with jealousy at thge way i disarmed a REAL Geraldine James, straight out of the Harmony HAirspray ad.... me and her duelling to the only death there is....cos of this... Uttermost heavenly slow down... ."
