Ah, the joys of Summer

Tel call:
Me: hello?
B/f: That’s not very professional.
Me: huh?
B/f: You need to pick up milk on the way home.
Me: Uh-huh…
b/f: What ARE you doing?
Me: Huh?
B/f: You sound distracted.
Me: Working.
B/f: Really? Doing what?
Me: Builders working, I’m monitoring and supervising.
B/f: Uh-huh. And what, pray tell, are these builders WEARING on this hot sunny day?
Me: *purrrr**growl**purrr*
B/f: THAT good is it? Most builders we get are all over 50 in ratty jeans, a paunch, stained t-shirt and an inch of arse crack.
Me: No. All under 30. No jeans. Shorts. Short shorts. No shirts. No paunches - six packs.
B/f: That good?
Me: Yummy, definitely yummy.
B/f: This is so wrong! I can't see them!
Me: Or their tanned flesh and toned muscles and really really tight shorts and all under 30 and the sun bleached hair and melting eyes and *sigh*
B/f: *grumbles* remember the milk. See if you can gift wrap me a builder.

Ah, the joys of summer.



And major massive screaming congrats to Spain! (And Canada, since I wasn't around to congratulate them then)

Spark in Darkness 64 - let the persuasion commence

EDIT for some reason, part of it is missing.


I've actually got a backlog now - I'm writing so much (argh! Don't jinx it!) Still, i'm going to steadily post rather than blitz post.

It could just be that I'm drawing this whole thing out waaaaaaaaaaay too long.
As ever, previous episodes/chapters/rambles are in my memories for easy reference.




( Spark in Darkness #64 Let the persuasion commence )