doris and flossie are out on the garden shed roof, soaking up the gin sun.
i wonder if they've realised that asphalt melts when it gets hot?
should be interesting when they turn over.

if they then make the mistake of lying down on the driveway, they run the risk of having double white lines painted on their backs.

on the other hand, doris lying on her stomach, showing a bum which won best in show at the malvern agricultural show, and wearing nothing but a g string would make a very good place to park my bicycle.

oops - i spoke too soon. doris is scrambling up the shed roof to peer over the roof ridge. obviously wants a bit of help -
she appears to have about six feet of roofing felt stuck to her back like angel wings.

flossie is producing a stanley knife from her bum bag and is now trying to stand up on what is a very steeply sloping roof.
oh dear ...
ouch ...

i bet kev the chauffeur felt that.  just his luck to be walking past with a bucket of pigswill at the precise moment flossie fell screaming on top of him.
touchingly, he's doing his best to scoop up the pig swill, despite flossie's cries for help.
doris has stood up to see what's going on.

ah. i see ... she now appears to have been caught on a sea breeze and is hovering like a large gnat about six feet above kev's head.
please don't let the wind drop.

honestly, the things people do to get a sun tan.