A Dog's Dinner

By G

Division of labour...

I arrived home tonight to find Beryl had been baking up a storm of cakes, pies and bread. She'covered with a fine white dusting of flour and the house is full of Christmas smells.

I, on the other hand was swimming. I did manage to snap this Gothic pile on the way home after a full forty minutes of rather gentlemanly breast stroking.

Pass that pie......




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