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At last!

Got the place to meself at last.
I can enjoy a few minutes peace and quiet before I go to my bed.

I'm sitting here, blissfully quiet, my little Gertie laying faithfully by my side - you wouldn't get that in a man - whoops, who said that?

Then in the morning I shall wake, content in the knowledge I have been the last to post yet again.

This will give me a good feeling, and I shall go off to my Yoga class with a glorious feeling of contentment and peace, knowing the men here are pacing about outside, lost and alone, cursing me because the ladies have won yet again.

Goodnight to any males who may be lurking about in the rain and wind, blaspheming, as I am tucked up in my cosy bed - smiling.

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Huzzah! The King of the Lasters is back. Thought I'd pop in because I knew you'd be missing me.

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Oh No!! You must leave immediately.

Just when I was about to don my nighty and call it a day.

How did you get in!!!

My dogs will all get the sack tomorrow.

Now shoo, be off with you, you are banished immediately.

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Night night Judsy.

See you tomorrow . . . not.

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Sneaky Mups.... As soon as I turn my back to congratulate EZ on his birthday the knife goes in. For shame.

P.S. Dogs have an affinity with me (that's why they didn't bark), they don't call me the dog-whisperer for nothing.

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That's life honey.


You finished now?

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Oh well, time for mon repose I suppose.

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Phew. Thought he was never gonna go. .

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Well done Mups, keeping Judd under control is never easy.... but you managed very well last night.
I will keep my eye on the place while you are at Yoga

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I see Les Femmes are lurking about outside - If they had the merest shred of decency, they'd stay outside.

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Oh Gawd . . it's back Twink!

I can smell him a mile off when he's been hiding in the Rosemary bush Twink, long before I hear his cloddy footsteps plodding up the path.


I suppose I should try and be a bit more tolerant . . . .



. . . but I can't.