It goes without saying that with spring firmly sprung, young Nigel’s head is being turned by the possibility of more pleasurable alfresco activities without the need to wear his coat or vest.
He’s soooooooooo desperate for an outdoor jacuzzi it almost hurts ………….
…….. but in this case he already knows that the answer, sadly, has to be no, as we can’t put anything in the communal back garden under our lease, not even a washing line, or we’d be under threat of said “anything” being carted away unceremoniously, without notice or question………
……. although it might be interesting to see how this would be done with such a large vessel containing so much spuming warm water!
It would also have been interesting watching our resident misery chops blowing a gasket or two with our gay, abandoned frolicking and all round pleasure, but hey ho!
If we were back at Castle Greysquirrel I dare say Darrell and I would have no doubt buckled under Nigel’s powers of prosecution persuasion, but here, such an indulgent luxury could possibly render us homeless, should we continued with such recklessness, no matter how much fun! Questions really need to be asked in parliament …… but for the moment, until Mr Gove gets rid us of this feudal system …… c’est la vie!
2 comments:
Never mind, Nigel. No doubt old misery guts upstairs would have complained in no time, anyway.
You'll just have to find a little holiday home which has a outdoor jacuzzi - now that's an idea. Good excuse for a getaway! JantheFan x
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