i caught her eye at the bar.
she wears a glass eye and it fell in the pickle jar.
i got the right one, at the second attempt.

i remember the aroma of scotch egg as she asked me if i wanted to see her back passage.
apparently, it hadn't been cleaned for over two weeks and she was thinking of getting dynorod in.

i loved it when she smiled  i never realised you could get false teeth in the sales at Lidl.

i knew it was lurv when she offered me her last mint imperial ... then stuck it in her gob quickly when i reached for it.

it was a lovely moment.
it sweetened her breath to the extent that environmental health finally allowed her out of the house.

... to be continued ...