What wonderful weather at the weekend it was so nice after the long winter, although it probably seemed longer that it was because we had no summer last year.
Anyway, the weather was so nice that I left my wife in bed reading the
Sundays and I took a walk arround the village.
As I enjoyed the warm spring sunshine, I noticed the many harbingers of
the season such as the daffodils nodding in the breeze, birdsong everywhere and
endless parades of cyclists punctuated only by cars towing caravans.
After a couple of hours, I headed towards home but then thought I might
have a cool beer at the village pub.
Once there I had to negotiate my way through piles of mounting bikes and
was then greeted by the scene of a packed beer garden full of people showing
far too much white flesh.
So, I decided to give it a miss and went home instead but when I entered
my house I discovered that the lodger had entered my wife more than once by the
look of them and I was immediately struck with the thought that this must be
the first cuckold of spring.
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