Another Weekend Quickie

Thanks to Rory for hosting this cheeky series. Here we are seeing Number 6 of 9.
Everyone enjoys a quickie right …. l mean it doesn’t ‘always’ have to be over too quick – but just not take toooooooooooooo long either, otherwise where’s the fun for a quickie on the weekend?

They’ll touch base with anything and everything and sometimes none of the above but something else!!

6 Quickie Questions

When was the last time you had a quickie [in anything]? Can’t remember, it was so quick, I missed it.

How do you feel about people who burp and fart when in your presence and instead of ‘excusing themselves’, laugh instead? Dammit Rory! You’ve caught me!! Sorry about that.

If you were to write a letter to the younger you today about who you have become, what would you say? Don’t marry the first bloke, and don’t live with the second.

How long is too long in your eyes and why? [Interpret as you wish!] This depends on if I’m waiting in a queue (too long) or the time Hubby and I have been together (not long enough)

Have you ever read any of the Fifty Shades series written by E.L.James and if so, what were your thoughts? I nearly bought the first three on special offer, having heard two members of staff raving about them. A third said they were rubbish so I picked a page at random, agreed, and put them all back, saving myself a tenner.

What’s the worst smell or scent you have ever encountered and what caused it? Apart from raw sewage, and a certain 7 year old’s habits of messing himself, not cleaning his teeth or having a wash, I have three, all being perfumes. I worked with a lady who loved Rapture, a range of cosmetic products that came in shampoo, shower gel, bubble bath, soap, talcum powder, perfume, deodorant, and cologne. She wore them all at once, was in a permanent ‘haze’ and we called her Winnie the Poo. In a similar vein, a guy I knew did the same with Brut. I choked every time I was in his company. But the best has to be Poison perfume, not cheap to buy by any means, and something I sampled at the smelly counter in the chemists. When I got back to the office it had gone sour on me, and the boss asked who had spilt the bleach.