Keeping the Old Traditions Alive

Still, not that it mattered much once everything else had been put to one side… next to the scones, if you must know.

No, the other scones, the special scones kept fresh in an airtight container for erotic purposes.

Although, the erotic porpoises are rather partial to a fresh scone, providing it doesn’t get too waterlogged, or if there is seawater in the strawberry jam.

Then, once she was satisfied, which did make my jaw ache, especially in that position… and – well, at my age – the kitchen floor can be rather hard on the knees as well. However, having her satisfied is well worth the extra effort, because she can get a bit grumpy if left un-satiated for more than a few hours and – also – she is quite a dab hand at rolling pin wielding.

The latter being a form of hand-to-hand combat seemingly handed down the female line of her family for generations. After all, it was only a minor administrative error that prevented her great-grandmother from going to the front in WWI in 1914 with a regiment of like-minded ladies all armed with the deadliest rolling pins the military science of the time could provide. If they had gone, as the majority of historians now agree, then it really would have been all over by Christmas.

Still, though, we are lucky in that the rolling pin was not outlawed as a weapon of war – as it surely would have been had the Queen’s Own First Harridans – been let loose on the Boche… in which case, we wouldn’t even have the scones and then where would we be?

All out at sea with the porpoises, probably….