Blogsbody and his Dogsbloggy plot their final resting place
March 15th, 2009
Think about it. And Blogsbody is. After swearing off sex for Lent. And given to reckoning on this 3rd Sunday in the purple-vested ecclesiastical season there are but only 27 more nights and days left to go, before the egged Easter Feast of the Resurrection is celebrated in Cressroads or wherever.
Not, however, something Blogsbody chooses to jar about over his pint of Palmer’s brewed-in-Dorset, Copper real ale. Stood at the Primmer Bar of the Tichborne Arms, and making the acquaintance of a visiting churchwarden with flowing white locks and a brace of black hounddogs straining on their matching green restraints to want back outdoors.
