Come to my bosom!
What better way to resume normal service than to hurl oneself back into familial duty?
Fortified by my travels on The Continent (good times, Marjorie, happy days!), I packed a light picnic hamper and took the 12.45 Express from Paddington to the dreaming spires of Oxford.
Whereupon I paid a visit to Isla Marie Anne, born last Sunday morning, just as her spinster aunt was to be found diving semi-naked into a swimming pool full of known homosexuals, somewhere in the south of Italy.
Come to my bosom!, I shrieked in auntish fashion, smirking as I remembered the last time I had uttered the command. Young Isla seeming almost as perplexed as the previous recipient of my attentions, began to wail in somewhat tiresome fashion.
Retiring to a deckchair I assembled a still life with the doll that I had brought the new arrival and other sundry objects found to hand, as taught at my art summer school in Florence by Miss Charlotte Bartlett, circa 1928.
Fortified by my travels on The Continent (good times, Marjorie, happy days!), I packed a light picnic hamper and took the 12.45 Express from Paddington to the dreaming spires of Oxford.
Whereupon I paid a visit to Isla Marie Anne, born last Sunday morning, just as her spinster aunt was to be found diving semi-naked into a swimming pool full of known homosexuals, somewhere in the south of Italy.
Come to my bosom!, I shrieked in auntish fashion, smirking as I remembered the last time I had uttered the command. Young Isla seeming almost as perplexed as the previous recipient of my attentions, began to wail in somewhat tiresome fashion.
Retiring to a deckchair I assembled a still life with the doll that I had brought the new arrival and other sundry objects found to hand, as taught at my art summer school in Florence by Miss Charlotte Bartlett, circa 1928.
posted by Lady V at 9:46 pm
5 Comments:
Poor, poor Charlotte...
Glad you're back, Missus, but don't spend too long in those Provinces -- they're really not healthy.
My, that bosom is working hard these days. Nurturing, heaving, bouncing, etc.
a natural. preparing for the hard work ahead of you, old thing.
The last human you pulled to your bosom was more grateful, I seem to recall...
The last human? I thought it was a dog that was overly fascinated by Lady V's bouncy-bouncies. Tell us more!
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