Oh bugger, Harbal…it was fine the way it was. Don’t listen to him Dianne, sweaty is just fine! :twisted:
Awkward!
Well it’s been a humid day. 
No way will I post my picture as I don’t want all the ladies to *********
See stars, like they bumped their head?
Harbal sorry for late reply…was posting on the Kinky music thread
my answer is…I have decided to compromise…Leakie…’’.how that’s’’…cricket bat or just plain cricket…have some other ideas up my …mmm sleeve…
Oh my word Dianne!! That is hilarious! 
Perhaps we should just go back to your calling me whatever you feel like at the time, Dianne. Let’s not set anything in stone. 
I’m sure plain bat would do. Or batty, if you are feeling more verbose :twisted:
yes just had a real magic moment
Leakie became real
Sorry Harbal…once I laugh your History…leakie became leeks and then I got Hungary for them
Don’t apologise, Dianne, these things happen. Especially to you.
My avatar is me, it just takes a bit of effort.
Pauline I have put my eye in the avatar. The rest will have to be up to your imagination! 
I think Harbal, you need to respect the fact that today is Bastille Day…
I guess we need to stock up the wine cellars for tonights gatherings’’
apparently this is the expected course of events…
The day of the festival, the National Guard assembled and proceeded along the boulevard du Temple in the pouring rain, and were met by an estimated 260,000 Parisian citizens at the Champ de Mars.[16] A mass was celebrated by Talleyrand, bishop of Autun. The popular General Lafayette, as captain of the National Guard of Paris and a confidant of the king, took his oath to the constitution, followed by King Louis XVI. After the end of the official celebration, the day ended in a huge four-day popular feast, and people celebrated with fireworks, as well as fine wine and running nude through the streets in order to display their great freedom
the full Wiki is here, for the more studious amongst us…
new oven, new broom…
Very Tasty aren’t you AnnieS…:-p
I’ve never really understood the practice of arbitrarily assigning days to things. Be it Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or Pancake Day, I just don’t see the point of it.
Besides, you can’t get Bastilles here, and I don’t even know what they taste like. I’m sorry, Dianne, but I won’t be participating in Bastille Day. 
I can see you’re a bit of a looker…a young one at that…
I can see lovely skin as well.
It’s just nice to see you…I feel connected now,
