Dawlish, Her Pussy next door and a box for me tits!

Well you are all thinking Beth must be having a good day today- it's her loud music and naked dancing day. True tis. But Mines Mr Husband and I have been like Wallace and Grommit today. No- not eating the cheese and getting in a rocket- but we have had a grand day out at Dawlish. We did a fair bit of walking and the highlight was watching a little dormouse collecting food. Waited 51 years for that. So I guess I probably won't ever see that again! But I did get some nice shots- not at it- of it. We did buy a nice box for me tits- all nicely finished with yacht varnish to with stand all weathers. The box not me tits. It was quite non-adventurous until on the way home we felt a bit naughty so we went into Tesco. I know you are thinking 'they should have gone into Dunelm because that's where that the nice beds are'. But we felt naughtier than that and went in for fruit- to go with the fresh cream that fell in the basket yesterday when we were shopping. When we got to the checkout there was just one free checkout. We were quite excited to find a free one. Apparently it didn't mean our shopping was free. The man sat at the till was the most miserable looking git on the planet. He had stitches in his nose. I said ' oh ye gods, ye be a miserable looking fecker. Ye got a face like a cat shitting razor blades. Woman troubles? Or did you get smacked in the nose down pub? Would ye like to talk about it? Ye can confide in me!'. We chatted about everything from the cost of moth balls to my fetish for bubble wrap and the fact I have noticed that she next door got a rough looking pussy and how we had been to the beach and now Mines Mr Husband has sand in his crack'. I don't think he needed to call security really. He needs his nose breaking so he does. Mines Mr Husband said 'Ye didn't need to mention ye piles me fruitcake. And don't be asking peoples if they want to talk about it but then not let them get a word in edgeways and don't be getting undressed in Tesco' (I was just showing him how I had a fly wedged in me cleavage). I told mines Mr Husband 'I don't think he was in the mood for confiding- not the way he was shaking his fist- no wonder he gets in fights - you just can't help some people'.