At least SB perversely supplies possible areas of recreation to delight the extremities of lonely FT's, but this.. this crap.. this absolutely unfathomable total mystery, as to how an FT could do anything with it, mentally or physically is beyond me. In fact I'm saying to myself 'I can't stand this any longer hahaha!' So all in all I think I will look in when SB is due back at the end of March. I shall be more lenient to him I feel. His good points emerge from your bilge, like a ray of sunshine. Your secret weapon, Mr Turnoi 'The Copy&Paste leveller,' has me running for shelter. You're in charge, cock!

Oh, this was the scene from my window this morning, please notice the couple of places for interment. I never know when I will have guests.