Monday, November 14, 2016

I've the body of a Belgian

Given my house-wear and ride garb predilection for topless in ladies PJ pants I sometimes feel like Obelix from Asterix.


Now I realise... I'm Belgian.

That's cool; I'm pepper-pot of courage. 

UPDATE: I should stress if I was part of the actual above I'd be at the back and the only way I could mobility-wise participate would be from the back of my dead mother's anachronistic mobility scooter (1). And with my hand trembles they'd basically have to strap a spear to me and across the basket where my mother lost a lifetime of stuff. 

(1) Not a trolley. Non-god forbid should you have called it a trolley. 

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