I’m doing a lot of woodwork at the moment. Perhaps too much, because I saw this image, and the first thing I thought was, “oh hell, I’ve still got to knock together some wine shelves for the cellar. Hey, that’s good wood, though. Wonder if I can get any locally? Oh yeah, pretty women.”
PS: The next episodes of Raylene’s story will be coming in the next couple of days. I don’t have time to write them tonight. Life is much better than, say, this time last year and I’m a cheerful dom with a song in my heart. Probably “Sweet dreams are made of this”. The song, I mean. But I’m shagged out from doing things related to earning a living, and I’m off to bed. Alone.