Ok, either I suffer East fekin' Enders, or I amuse myself on the forum. (sorry!).
As Steppers and Trixie Wapping give us the odd glimpse of urban life in the smoke, heres a glimpse of rural life in kent! ON A BICYCLE (It's got two wheels so stop complaining ...
).
It's very simple and only has a few words (for Duchess..)
The dog wants a walk.
He is Forest Gump reincarnated, and just runs and runs and runs ....
Meanwhile her indoors has yet to master riding a bicycle..
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Two to three miles in and we give Ruben a rest. (Don't know why we bother, he's loving it and just wants to carry on ... )
We push on down the lanes and round the fields. Sadly none of this is byway so no trail riding along here. (Did I mention I'd just bought a WR450
)
The place is heaving with mozzies, and in Aaaaarrrgghhing at the dog one goes straight in my gob
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We leave the fields behind and set off down some tiny b roads
Ahhhh, birds, bees, beautiful weather and a large Gin to look forward to at home. Life doesn't get much better!
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Rosy, for an old bird, yer tits are in pretty good shape ....
And so after about five miles we trot home, the dog doesn't seem to have worked up a sweat at all ..
GIN !!!!!!
As Steppers and Trixie Wapping give us the odd glimpse of urban life in the smoke, heres a glimpse of rural life in kent! ON A BICYCLE (It's got two wheels so stop complaining ...
). It's very simple and only has a few words
(for Duchess..)
The dog wants a walk.
He is Forest Gump reincarnated, and just runs and runs and runs ....
Meanwhile her indoors has yet to master riding a bicycle..
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Two to three miles in and we give Ruben a rest. (Don't know why we bother, he's loving it and just wants to carry on ... )
We push on down the lanes and round the fields. Sadly none of this is byway so no trail riding along here. (Did I mention I'd just bought a WR450
)
The place is heaving with mozzies, and in Aaaaarrrgghhing at the dog one goes straight in my gob
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We leave the fields behind and set off down some tiny b roads
Ahhhh, birds, bees, beautiful weather and a large Gin to look forward to at home. Life doesn't get much better!
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Rosy, for an old bird, yer tits are in pretty good shape ....
And so after about five miles we trot home, the dog doesn't seem to have worked up a sweat at all ..
GIN !!!!!!
