Oh I say Gummy Bear.
Do you want to borrow my bikini?
Not in the least am I suggesting anything of the kind Gummy, Yeats great love was for Maud Gonne widow of John McBride, but it never came to bloom, maybe the chap he’s writing about owed him a few bob and he never forgot him for that, :-DI believe Yeats was a miserable git where money was concerned.
“The World should thank me for not marrying you” Well girls, one to remember when unwelcome suitors come a calling, that’s the best line for a refusal I ever heard in me life, good on ya Maud! he was a moody old git anyway. 
Forget all that!
Seriously the stray dogs have gone down in numbers! I’m thinking Bulgarian stew!
They cannot tell me what is in it, only that it is a mixture of meats!:shock:
SEE?
Yakkity yakkity blah blah take-a-breath-start again yakkity blah.
YOU OZZIE PRAT! WHO d’you think was holding the f###ng camera,you plonker?!?!?!?
THREE miles,along a tiny,winding lane with overhanging branches,blind bends,wires out over the road…and a bunch of stockbroker-type self-important co#cksuckers who would NOT understand that they had IGNORED the escort vehicle ahead of me [usually out of sight on lanes like that]…and one bloke got out of his Range Rover with a jemmy bar to give it the ‘‘I’m wellard’’ and swung the thing at me. My forward camera caught him suddenly going to sleep. NO idea what happened;I think he tripped over his self-important wallet,officer.
However - for poor ickle ‘Ozzie no mates’,here’s a couple more pics…
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…the tracked jib is what I had to load the building onto the trailers with,from the quayside. My ‘‘Yellow Peril’’ is plated for a 100 ton lift,so had to be used,as no other crane could access that site,down that tiny lane,then uphill across two fields,then STILL have to reverse into the clearing,then STILL require buzz-cutting the branches from the overhang…and if you look,you can see where that pr#ck whacked me with that jemmy bar…which is why I laid him out in front of all his everso important ‘‘Juno Hoowiam’’ tosser pals in that lane. I’m getting angry,so,I’m off. Didn’t expect even more abuse,for doing my job safely;a job I’m qualified and licensed,for,plus experienced at successfully completing in adverse situations,in a manner that ensures that DESPITE those adverse conditions,nobody’s dad get killed/injured…not when I’M on site,anyway…and yes,Dave,I really DO enjoy it. Makes a huge change from trying to explain vacuum-curvature momentum physics to spotty virgins who THINK they understand momentum physics and the mathematical formulations therein…but in reality,just want to play Game of fkn Thrones on their pratpods! Bye,y’all.
You did a smashing job there Pug, full credit to you, lovely snaps too. I hope the fella who’ll be sitting on his executive arse flying paper airplanes out the window appreciates all the hard graft that went into getting it there safely to him.
Pay no heed to scoffers from afar.;-)
Oooh, very dodgy goings on there Sweetie.
Who knows what they put into the stews in these foreign parts, I don’t trust eating out, specially in strange lands, I always know what my woman puts into the pot.
A chap I knew was taken into hospital while on a holiday it Hungary a few years ago, a small meat bone was stuck in his throat, he had been out for dinner with his wife and young son in a restaurant, it wasn’t until they got the bone out that they discovered it was a rat bone. He got a right few quid out of it to keep quiet.
All the lads in the pub call him Basil after that, as in Basil Rathbone not Basil Fawlty.
Seems to me, the best a geezer/geezette can hope for is a couple of functioning Brain Cells, for a short while, when it’s gone, it’s gone.
OMG Jem!
I stayed with chicken tonight, well it looked like chicken. No street lights around the streets! I wondered what was on my Sandal tonight, eventually finding some light, it was a tiny white kitten.
Aww so sweet. X
Pussyfooting around in Bulgaria?
I’m afraid I do love animals Spitty.
Most of the cat’s are wild, I still stroke them, even when hubby says they have evil eyes.
I do wash my hands after.
I’m afraid pets have such short life cycles, so many decisions.
I think hubby wishes he hadn’t eaten the Bulgarian stew. He now has the shish kebabs.
Pets!!! They are abandoned!
well only if ya still in it babe??:shock:
oh deary me - ya don’t thunk I upset ;im do ya?? I was only challenging his inability to take selfies!!
all together now - RJ!!!
ba ba black sheep have you any wool?
yes sir yes sir three bags full
one for the lady and one for old Pug
and one for the spitz we call bugger lugs!
RJ is busy, it is time consuming, skinning Cats.
why are you skinning cats spittie - is there a feline barbie comin on? - or cocky spaniel soup??
Good Morning from Bulgaria
We were sat on our balcony last night, having a night cap. It was peaceful, THEN!
This drunken English man with his two teenage kids started!!! He was obviously asked to leave the poolside bar for swearing and wanting to fight everyone!
He was not going to bed!
The desk night man had a word, I saw him leave, then back he came staggering and hailing abuse! The night security guard, a BIG guy then arrived. I felt sorry for the drunk guys kids, in the end they had to help him to his apartment.
I have only once in my life been paraletic.
I drank Pernod, never again!
I would NEVER get the way that idiot was last night, nor my hubby, in front of our boys.
Did you need a Paramedic?