I find myself verbally stumped.
In other words,
In a complete state of verbal stumpness.
This here is my latest collection of ‘Kate On Garden Safarii’.
It could also be called ‘Creepy Tradie Sneaks Around Clients Yards With Camera’, but I thought that was a tad long-winded.
But ultimately, I’ve decided on naming it, ‘Her Verbal Constipation’.
Because I haven’t a thing to say about it. My brain’s as dry as a thirty-year-old lacquered window sill sitting in the sun 24/7.
I don’t have any flora fauna commentary, not one line of poetry about flower petals and babies bottoms, or even a knock knock joke.
It’s a hopeless state of affairs.
So I’ve decided we shall now view the next photo in meditational silence.
You know, for constipation relieving purposes.
And now that I have reach the end, I will hastily depart.
Happy Verbally Constipated Sunday to you all!
Few, that was a mouthful.
xx Trouser Girl