There I was.....lounging on my bed reading and knitting....well I was in France and you never know when you are going to happen upon a guillotine.
My book was thick.....joined up writing next week folks!....The pages kept closing so I found two pegs to hold the pages open freeing my hands to knit.
Without so much as a knock, dear readers, Gordon opened the door, smiled and murmured.....Mmmmmm...nice pegs....☺
Raising my right leg and twirling my ankle seductively I simpered....thank you kind sir...
Not those.....he laughed....the ones on your book.
And he was right.....they were lovely pegs. I popped the pink one on my right finger and called her Philomena.....the blue one on my left finger and called him Paddy......Paddy and Philomena Peg... They came to life immediately...giggling and dancing....☺
I had high hopes for Paddy and Philomena....they seemed the ideal couple. Except that Philomena wouldn't shut up.....yak, yak, yak....there was no stopping the woman......
Poor Paddy.....it got too much for him and before I knew what was happening he dived under the duvet...and shot himself!
Well that shut Philomena up I can tell you.....Surprised Gordon too...He swears I threw Paddy under the duvet and shouted...Bang!!!!
No imagination at all.
Anyway, during the early hours of sleep I turned over and felt something hard.....Ooooo..I thought...what can that be?
But it was only poor Paddy.....Feeling for him I picked up his lifeless body.. thinking that Gordon might like to conduct a little ceremony tomorrow...
Then!!! Paddy had his revenge.....he did a final dying twiddle....his bits twirled and his spring broke......and this is where the embroidery stops.
The pointy end of Paddy's spring shot into my finger.....the knuckle of the right index finger!
And because his body bits were twisted and in the way I couldn't pull the spring out. I needed a second person.....Gordon.....
Waking up your admirer from a deep sleep and interesting dream and asking him to remove the spring of a plastic clothes peg from your finger does nothing for romance..... :-(
You won't believe this but I once did something similar but it involved sitting on the peg in question.
Let's just say Mr O thought his birthday had arrived early as I approached him with my skirt around my waist sans undies
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