Sue swimming lovers - fish? My story about kissing horses - yuck. Joan E exploits of Mark.
Ann about babies. Brian and fairy stories and kissing a frog or was it a toad? A marriage proposal in the park.
Pat got 3 votes
Kissed
Him
There’s
that mosquito again! He follows me around. Why me? I know its the
same one, I recognise his sneering look. Also, he re-incarnates
himself as the trusty fly swatter has smashed him several times
already.
I
wearily went into the bathroom, and there he was, grinning at me. I
chased him around with the towel, Whack, whack, I've got him now. Ha
de Ha Ha Ha.
Where
we live there are ponds and ditches and we all know the mosquitoes
hatch out on warm days. There’s no hope it seems.
Feeling
rather frustrated I thought I would take it out on the compost, but
no. A giant fuzzy bumble bee was busy flying in and out of compost
bin number 2 which was the very one I wanted to turn over. Now I love
bumble bees and if it is building a nest in the compost there's no
way I am going to disturb it. He was so lovely I could have kissed
him (no I wouldn't).
Walking
back up the garden path with the empty wheelbarrow, a cloud of gnats
appeared from nowhere, catching the sun it seemed there were
thousands of them! Or were they freshly hatched mosquitoes?
Later
that evening I woefully watched huge red weals appear on my arms and
Oh! How they itched. That dratted mosquito had finally got me!
Next time
This weather
