Perhaps he should spend time with me ....? Well at least near me , I don't want to much company.

Amusing....

As mentioned many times , I may be alone but never lonely. Whilst rummaging through some old books and articles , I nearly died of laughter after reading this.

Enjoy..

This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the 70's... Ronnie Barker .

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards.. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fatty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but
the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and digbicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.

The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked
on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in.. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince."Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.

When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and
a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!

Jackpot

Well I have really hit the jackpot. My beloved wife and life partner ( of 29 years)
has gone on a Tour ( relating to her Tai Chi practice) .
This has meant that I am alone ( but not lonely) .
So guess what I did and where I went on Saturday night and the weeekend ...
.........NOWHERE.
A perfect weekend.
Another 6 days of total immersion in my reclusivness .
I dont need to get out of tracksuite for the week.

Getting There .....

WeyBack my recluse buddy ... who I don't see that often ( being a recluse in the making) , is working on his profile , as am I. We will have updates as the site progresses.

One of the features of this blog is to have a recluses meeting
once a month;but being a recluse I dont want to attend.

Another Day in Paradise

This site is set up to cater for the thoughts of recluses everywhere.For those that shun the hustle and bustle of our modern world.
At the moment we are in Beta phase for this blog.