More socks
Finally the last of the feet socks died. Side note, the other socks are as equally good feet socks as cock socks.
Back to it, needed new socks, two-hour return bus trip, two hours in the city and come home with three pairs.
Today, got a heap of washing done with the local laundry. Shirt on, smells and feels great.
Tonight, 9:300pm, am up late, been out! Time for socks, go into the bag, there are only two pairs. To make matters worse neither are mine.
A bit hesitant to check the jocks to be honest. Anyway, need more bloody socks.
Not happy
Walking along minding my own business the other day, look to the right just in time for a dog to finish his business with another dog.
He jumped off, did a couple of spins, massive grin on the face, ready to go back for seconds.
His partner, well, she was not nearly as excited. Back arched, hair standing up, claws out, hissing.
Yeah, was not a happy cat.
The Gentlemen are talking
Sitting down at Coo’s Coo’s Cafe, four weeks into the strike in Imbabura. The cafe is very very quiet, six people enjoying breakfast, saying little. All gringos (foreigners).
An old man arrives, says something to another old man. Old man two gets a little upset, numero uno replies, ‘I’ll stab you’.
Two, did not take very kindly to the statement, not very kindly at all.
Five minutes later after the agro and almost punch-on settled down, a lady says, come on, settle down, we don’t need this.
Numero dos, who started the rubbish responds, ‘it has nothing to do with you, pipe the fuck down and keep your nose to yourself. The gentlemen are talking’.