10 mile deep and a foot wide

by 3arn0wl

It had started with breakfast in bed:  an overrated act of love in her opinion as she always managed to embed the toasted breadcrumbs deep down in the sheets.

It continued at the Hallowed Prostitute, where posies had been doled out to any female over the age of consent.

And then in the Flying Pig, where free puddings were lavished upon childbearing hips of all ages.

But she’d had enough by the time she was given free choice of DVD for the afternoon’s entertainment, opting instead for a gentle walk around Snodding Estate.

Holly Wood just wished that the lengths of the depth and width of Mother’s Day were turned the other way round!

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