Hot mom next door posing

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Catch-up
Sometimes I do wonder if the Mini-Richards do actually share the same Twistys Girls Outdoor pool as me.

MR1 - "Now that Charlie is dead - can we have a hamster"
MR2 - "And we don't have to feed him in the morning anymore - result!"
Mrs Richard - "For god's sake - don't let your father hear you!"
I'm bloody good at eavesdropping though and did hear; what's unfortunate for the mini-Richards, is that I also control pocket money; so the joke's on them - Ha Ha Ha!

Tonight (as the above clearly indicates) - I'm in need of a good shave and a bit of a pamper; so I'm going all metrosexual for the night and intend to raid Mrs Richard's product cupboard; as she's got a far healther supply of face packs and masks. I've gone all blotchy, and that's just not on!

Anyroad up - Friday...
GG and I made our separate routes to the pub, as I needed to get some smokes on the way, and; if I'm honest - wanted to avoid being seen leaving the office with her. (It has already been remarked upon by my boss that I should distance myself from 'Office Boy' - as he is being perceived as a bit of a golden child).
Surprisingly, she was all nervous, sitting in the beer garden - with me all streched out on a large bench with me glass of coke, and her sitting up all prim, and had downed her Vodka & Bitter lemon within about 10 seconds of us arriving.

Topics of conversation included:
The Shaving of her boyfriend's head
Removing feet and replacing them with wheels
Liposuction and breast implants
Odd things seen on E-Bay
Peculiar fetishes
Hayfever
Vol-au-vents

All rather pleasant - and it ended with GG commenting to me on how grateful she was that I had agreed to go to lunch with the Hot Mom Next Door, how easy I am to talk to; and that she'd like to do it again in a few months time.

Few month's time ?!? - This isn't the GG that I have grown to fear; this is a diluted version. Something's amis !!

Oh and a very quick word about Live 8 - Watched it all yesterday and almost had a blazing row with the Saturday Night friends, who insisted on turning up the volume of the speaker system at full volume when Pink Floyd was about to play - I wouldn't mind, but Mrs Richard had fallen asleep at this point, and I was busy attempting to hear The Cure via a web broadcast. Tsk! - Never let guests anywhere near your remote control!