Thaz forgotten we're in lockdarn here in Happy Valley. Carnt visit another house. Av not seen Mary's pu ssy forra fotnit.
Cowd here this morning. Mary chucked her bucket of Sundi neet bloomer steeping watta onto corsy and clouds of steam rose into the air azzit met the cowd temperature. A faint smell of Dettol and urine hung in the air befooar it dispersed. They're hanging on the line limp--poor drying day. The gussets look like our yellow away kit.