It looks like it was 'beautiful' walk to that warm fire and attentive lady.
I wonder if I should tell my lady about the attentive lady? This is one of my late afternoon/early evening solo haunts, for reading and writing and supping a long slow cider before returning to my lady's side. Ach no, a man is allowed have his fire stoked up by a friendly barmaid, surely? No harm in that.
As long as it is only the fireside fire that is being stoked in order to keep you warm whilst you enjoy quiet moments reading and writing... I can see no harm in that.
Then there is Polish Ewelina in the city centre cafe, but my lady found out about her when she thought Ewelina seemed surprisingly chatty to me on the day we went there together. Mistake. But all the sweet lass ever does for me is steam my milk.Then in another pub there is Karolina from Sweden, but she just takes the top off my bottle and pushes my nuts across the counter.A man can't sit trying to work at home alone all day, but it's true that by odd coincidence I tend to avoid places where I might be served by men.
The more you elaborate the more it is beginning to sound like you are not seeking peace and quiet for reading and writing...And I am trying not to have disturbing thoughts about your comment 'where I might be served by men' :-/
Words and meanings eh? Such subtle servants.There is also a fine lady in the library who would bend over backwards to help me, so helpful is she.Goodnight and sweet dreams rather than disturbing thoughts.
It is now time for goodnight and sweet dreams :-)
Thanks to both of you for making me laugh before my own bedtime.Lots of fiction in your life, Andrew. Nice skies and trees, and nice fire in your photos.
Gorgeous skies and, wimp that I am, I am carefully not considering either the rest of the post or the comments.
I am glad you enjoy the skies EC :)
A good laugh is fine medicine Claude.
Nice walk I do like what was waiting at the end
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