Sunday Snow

Less than 1" here last night, Kath and I very disappointed.

Decided not to re-book our Caribbean holiday yet!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Here is a TRUE story.

The name of the hero HAS NOT been changed to protect the innocent.

However, any similarity to persons alive, dead or posting on this site is purely coincidental (Maybe!).

George was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck.
Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him.

Looking around, he realised that they were stranded on a deserted
island. After being there a while, he got into the habit of
taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the
sun set.

One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus
clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect night for romance.

As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the
lonely George. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and... put his arm
around it.

But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep,growled fiercely until 
George took his arm from around the sheep..

After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together
but there was no more cuddling.

A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another
shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the
most beautiful woman George had ever seen.. She was in a pretty bad way
when George rescued her and he slowly nursed her back to health.

When the young maiden was well enough, George introduced her to their
evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening... red sky, cirrus
clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.

Pretty soon, George started to get 'those feelings' again.

He fought the urges as long as he could but he finally gave in and,
realising he now had the opportunity, leaned over to the young woman
cautiously and whispered in her ear,

 

 

'Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?'