Well. Ya see. It's like this.
It was a lovely evening on the balcony. Lightning danced and crackled about the mountain tops as thunder clouds roared and raged liked a wolf pack on hunt.
Sitting in my wingback chair, I was watching the fireflies dancing the 'Fandango' over the trout lake.
The Mem Sahib was doing a bit of sewing whilst resting on her Rattan Chaise Lounge.
She was running up a few ha...ts for a War and Peace thing-a-ma-bob event she and the heir apparent were off to. I think they are taking a young filly from the village with them.
Nice young thing. All blonde and bubbly. Giggles a bit too much for me, but great fun at parties.
Does a stunning 'Watusi" after a couple of Gin Slings.
Anyway, I digress. Scrotum, our wrinkled retainer, had the evening off.
He was head judge and First Aider at the WI Salsa competition in the Institute Hall.
It's the only thing he can do now, since the 'Hip op'. The dance, not the hip replacement.
He borrowed the old Series 1, to put the oxygen bottles in the back and roared off across the meadow scattering geese and sheep like snow drifts across the moors. Managed to get a couple with the 20 bore I keep at my side at all times. Never know when the natives may get restless, What!
So I turned and asked the old girl;
"Fancy a drink m'dear?"
"That would be nice" she said. "Wine. Nice shooting"
"By the by. Did I just say wine?"
"I was thinking water. But it came out wine."
"Well. At some point we washed the glasses in water and I believe water is used at some time in the brewing industry. Does that count?" I replied.
Never touch the stuff myself. Anything that needs water adding to it to make it work can't be good for you.
"Probably" she replied, as she the got the Punkha Wallah to thread her needle for her.
I pottered off to find the wine as a muffled clap of thunder rippled around the valley.
"Pardon me!" drifted from the balcony.
"No Mem Sahib. I think it was the Water Buffalo" the Punkha Wallah muttered politely.
It was a lovely evening on the balcony. Lightning danced and crackled about the mountain tops as thunder clouds roared and raged liked a wolf pack on hunt.
Sitting in my wingback chair, I was watching the fireflies dancing the 'Fandango' over the trout lake.
The Mem Sahib was doing a bit of sewing whilst resting on her Rattan Chaise Lounge.
She was running up a few ha...ts for a War and Peace thing-a-ma-bob event she and the heir apparent were off to. I think they are taking a young filly from the village with them.
Nice young thing. All blonde and bubbly. Giggles a bit too much for me, but great fun at parties.
Does a stunning 'Watusi" after a couple of Gin Slings.
Anyway, I digress. Scrotum, our wrinkled retainer, had the evening off.
He was head judge and First Aider at the WI Salsa competition in the Institute Hall.
It's the only thing he can do now, since the 'Hip op'. The dance, not the hip replacement.
He borrowed the old Series 1, to put the oxygen bottles in the back and roared off across the meadow scattering geese and sheep like snow drifts across the moors. Managed to get a couple with the 20 bore I keep at my side at all times. Never know when the natives may get restless, What!
So I turned and asked the old girl;
"Fancy a drink m'dear?"
"That would be nice" she said. "Wine. Nice shooting"
"By the by. Did I just say wine?"
"I was thinking water. But it came out wine."
"Well. At some point we washed the glasses in water and I believe water is used at some time in the brewing industry. Does that count?" I replied.
Never touch the stuff myself. Anything that needs water adding to it to make it work can't be good for you.
"Probably" she replied, as she the got the Punkha Wallah to thread her needle for her.
I pottered off to find the wine as a muffled clap of thunder rippled around the valley.
"Pardon me!" drifted from the balcony.
"No Mem Sahib. I think it was the Water Buffalo" the Punkha Wallah muttered politely.
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