My good friend Miss M has berated me for only writing 379 words of my novel so far. Well Miss M I must tell you it is partly your fault*.
Miss M is getting married and I have been given the huge responsibility of being Bridesmaid/Commander in Chief. I take this role very seriously. So instead of writing my novel I have been pouring over my duties and designing Miss M's wedding dress and headdress.
Miss M and Mr M are both Welsh and as such I have taken great pains to pay very subtle homage to their background in her outfit and have come up with this:
And she wonders why I don't have time to write....
* actually the pitiful word count is a mix of hand rear kittens and the start of the motorsport season and having to do properish work for a change
You know I don't have big enough boobs to do those daffs justice, but I love the leek headress :-)
But Beki, why are you a sheep? LOL
Posted by: Miss M | 03 April 2007 at 05:49 AM
An Englishman moved to Wales.
He was chatting to the locals in the pub when someone ran in and shouted "Sheep back"
The pub emptied and the Englishman was left alone.
The next time he was back in the pub chatting to the local when someone ran in and shouted "Sheep back"
The pub emptied and the Englishman was left alone.
This went on for a couple of nights before the Englishman plucked up the courage to ask the question on his mind.
Englishman - "Every night some bloke runs in shouts 'Sheep back' and you all rush off.
Welshman - "Well you wouldn't want to get an ugly sheep now would you"
I'll get me coat
Posted by: Pete | 03 April 2007 at 08:16 AM
I think this attire would be improved by having bridie's hair delicately woven with bits of straw. Just a suggestion.
Posted by: Thursday | 03 April 2007 at 04:44 PM