Jessica goes topless

Summer has arrived, after several false dawns the roof is off Jesse my jeep.
There seemed little point in living in the sun and not enjoying the joys of open motoring.
Apart from the warmth of the sun one also experiences assaults on all the other senses too, the wind tugging at the toupee, the air rushing into every crevice and the sweet scents as the slurry is spread or the pig farm opens its portals to the skies. And as my good buddy Lin pointed out picking the flies from your teeth brings an added pleasure
The real joy though is driving through to the coast and smelling the sea 5 miles before you reach it. Jealous yet?

One thing that will not provoke jealousy was our visit this afternoon to Roca Village, on the way back from visiting a family member in hospital in Barcelona, a hellhole of retail rejects or an outlet destination as the marketing material has it. Whatever genius thought to pile up the quality misses from third world factories, label them with the original retail price and then slash 20% off something that would have been tossed anyway deserves a medal. With "Irregular" now entering the sizing lexicon alongside my usual selection in XXXL, I was able to drape my somewhat odd shape in all manner of fancy gear in modern colours and daring styles. This had the twin benefits of satisfying my creative urge and thoroughly irritating the pleasure preventer at the same time. Outcome a silent and peaceful journey home, Result !