inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 28 June 2022, scorch.
An unfortunate abbott from Stoke,
When caught out in a storm, robes were soaked,
Back at abbey, this friar,
Dried off stood by the fire,
But said his prayers when he started to smoke.
Mister Bump 
🥳 Hurrah for your limericks!!
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Start the day on a high. Then watch it roll downhill. 🙂
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Downhill? No way! Three more days, and family arrive at Heathrow. We haven’t been together for three years! Little Nico was a newborn, and now he’s obsessed with dinosaurs and Spider-Man 😂 and Luisa is into ruffles and curls and everything pink (and sometimes purple). I’m going to make up for every missed moment!
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Must just be me then! Just spent 1h waiting for dwp to pick up.
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Maybe you’re right; I just sent one hour scrubbing the bathtub, tiles, toilet, sink, floor, and mirror in the loo. And my back is telling me I’m too old for this rigour.
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I stopped cleaning after the stroke. Even running the hoover round for 2 minutes wears me out. Mrs B does a bit, but she’s not the tidiest anyway and I certainly can’t expect someone to tidy up after me. The solution is just not to invite anyone round! Seriously, it’s isolating in lots of subtle ways.
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In which case, this place will be a dump by the end of July. 😂
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I can guarantee that! Or, you’ll have left home.
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Hilarious 🤣
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Thanks. Maybe the devil had a hand in this one!
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I’ll bet that even the most religious of smokers don’t say a prayer before lighting up 😉
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You never know these days.
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Amazing blazing cloak!
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It’s a great pic too 😁
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