at Grandma's Goulash for running the Monday Microfiction Meme. Grandma posts a photo and invites us to write a caption or story in either under 140 characters (tweet-length) or under 140 words. As an extra challenge we are given a word to insinuate into our offering.Todays word: Kink
Today's inspiration:
Harold looked from one to the other.
"No, sorry," he said. "You don't look like an English Rose to me."
"No, sorry," he said. "You don't look like an English Rose to me."
---o'O'o---
"But Monsewer Daycart said kinky roses would show my love!" Harold exclaimed.
Marie tried desperately not to laugh. "That's cinque, Harold."
Marie tried desperately not to laugh. "That's cinque, Harold."
---o'O'o---
The weekend did not quite go according to plan.
As soon as I started to rake out the failed grout in the shower I realised I was in trouble. The base coat plaster behind had turned into biscuit mush:
So I ended up having to take off all the tiles along the bottom of the shower:
Trying to "un-saturate" the walls!
After 24 hours I re-plastered the gap, hoping it wasn't too soon to be doing it. Only then did I think to check how long I would have to let the plaster dry before tiling.
FOUR WEEKS!
Just as well we have a bath! (I strongly dislike baths after 30 years of showering, but what can you do?)
I am not Mr Popular at the moment!
Back on Wednesday I hope.
:Dom
