There's no call for that, Summer days in Helminthdale or no Summer days in Helminthdale.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
The uncallings-for of Summer
We spent ages trying to work out whether the elderly chap making his way to the bus station was wearing particularly disreputable Bermuda shorts or had forgotten his trousers.
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Being provincial and proud of it,
Odd
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that is so not an image i wanted burned into my brain, sugar! xoxoxox
It doesn't conjure up a pretty sight.
Blogger ate my comment. Maybe just as well, as I was pretty scathing of tatty Bermudas! ;-)
again i say, (because blogger ate my comment) an image i don't needed burned into my brain, sugar! *snickering at the image anyway* xoxoxoxo
Did you look to see what he was wearing on his feet?
Brogues and grey socks... then they were definitely Bermuda shorts worn by a Brit.
Sx
Sorry to have distressed the ladies! :-)
He was wearing slippers…
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