Without any clothes on I nipped to the dustbin at the bottom of my garden this morning and when I got back indoors the phone was ringing. It was my neighbour to tell me she didn’t know what I was wearing but obviously it needed ironing.
Swimming Lessons? I must be getting old and slow.....and tired.....and forgetful.....and old. Is it just me? What am I missing here? I hope it's not anything as lame as "boy-ancy". Feel free to PM me the punchline if it's NSFR (Not Safe For Retrobike).