The Joy of Sex.

I always seem to be writing this a day late, but we seem to be too busy to get anything done at the moment.

Well having said that we did find time for sex, or making love as it’s now called and my what a pleasant way to start the day, or for that matter end the day.

I’m very easy going I’ll have a go anytime if I’m alive, although at the moment here with our work rate I’m not always alive, or it seems that way.

I must make sure our children don’t read this, you know how precious they get about old people having sex, actually that’s not true we taunt them mercilessly about us having a cuddle etc.

First day back at school for Diane, bit of a shock having to get up that much earlier to take her to the station and then later missing the time to go and pick her up, still that’s what happens to the older mind it’s easily befuddled especially by a bit of rumpy pumpy.

I seem to be going on about it, I must have enjoyed myself and having said that I think Angella did too, now I’ve got my new one pack body it’s amazing what you can achieve, I can’t wait until I have the other four packs to make the set.

When Diane came back from school I asked how we did with our homework, the project to make a model of a microbe, as I was hoping for a good mark and she informed me that one of the other girls had made her model from cake!

A model from cake, how can you make a model from cake, I’m lost for words and what’s worse is that it seems she will get good marks for her cake!

If I’d have known it was a cake baking competition I would have repeated the cakes we did for the cake sale earlier in the year.

Well that’s it for now, except our youngest boy child Michael has just told me he has to write an essay about a war film, book, or piece of music, I shall try to help him with this project but will be annoyed if the rest of his class enter cake. We shall wait and see.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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