She snuggles up to him under the duvet.
"Happiness," she sighs, "is a warm hairy husband."
"Happiness," he replies, "is a chilly wife on her OWN side of the bed."
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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General witterings; some vaguely literary, many equine, mostly rural. I live in Cumbria in Northern England.