Wuthering Heights

Evening all.

Oh, if I was loved, I wouldn't be out on these winding windy moors, it's mainly the rolling and falling in green which I object most strongly to.

Rolling, falling, rolling falling, these grass stains are a devil to get out you know... Irresponsible I call it.

And don't get me started on the size of the whisk the man down the road has, ridiculous I call it.....
Sorry, that'd be my jealousy, too hot, too greedy.

Not as hot as my little whisk when it's all aflame though, it's not so cold over here heathcliff, nope, not cold at all!

Night all

Kate