I baked Bert an apple pie this evening. Just to remind him of why he loves me. Then I took a mad race down to the garage to buy a new set of rechargeable batteries for my camera. As usual, for that time of the evening, the garage and the forecourt were packed with good ol’ country boys standing around passing the time with each other. I couldn’t help but notice a few appreciative looks coming my way and put it down to my new haircut.
When I got back Bert said,
You never went down to the garage like that did you?
I looked down and saw that a couple of shirt buttons were open and that I’d been displaying a good portion of my generous bosom clad in one of my fine new brassieres. I said,
I was wondering about all those oul boys smiling at me.
Och it was likely you being covered in flour that pleased them. Those oul boys like a bit of home baking too.