Mother's Day at Poundlane
Just a quick Mother's Day blog with a bit of video footage of Mother's Day at Poundlane. The first bit of the video does contain a lot of the use of the word "arse" so don't say, "You did not warn me."
Frankly I'm not gifted in the arse stakes, in fact if we are made by a God, I must of been at the back of the queue when arses were being handed out, so I'm certainly not all about the bass. Lol
The video starts with me jokingly showing my derriere to my husband because I had just tickle ambushed him whilst he was sat at the computer. My husband is almost tickle proof, but catch him unawares in the right spot and you can get a slight reaction. Me on the other hand, you only have to make a tickle motion with a hand and I'm running for the hills.
One reason I would make a shit terrorist is because get me in Guantanamo bay, put a rubber glove on and make a tickle hand motion and I'm going to be singing like a canary. I imagine on my release being meet by my comrades who forgive me saying, "We understand you telling them everything. They must of done awful things to you ?" I'm silent. They then ask, "Electrodes on the genitals was it ?" I answer, "No" They then say, "The beasts, did they waterboard you ?" I answer again, "No" They pry further, "Then what ?" I answer, "They tickled me," What ?" They exclaim and I reply, "Until I wet, myself." I break down and cry. The shame.
My husband in the video lures me in making me think he wants a picture of my arse, which I think is totally weird, as my husband does not even have a photo of my face on his phone and I then realise he is winding me up whilst filming the process. I really don't understand the phenomenon of taking photos of bits of your body and sending them to others.
The next bit of film is all the dogs watching me stripping down the two chickens we cooked for Sunday lunch and waiting for their scraps. Puffing, panting (It was pretty warm in the kitchen) and whining in anticipation. This bit shows that they all get on pretty well together and that being the tallest often is not an advantage.
Sorry about the noise of the children in the background, but they always seem to have a mad ten minutes after having dinner, so might pay to keep the volume down when watching the video. As I say in the video, "Don't you just love a quiet Sunday afternoon."
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― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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