Chocolate meetings

OH! Nellie...you sound such fun
Bags better be nice to me...I may just get forgetful and arrive empty handed As if!

Don't mind if I do, nellie!

(Not gin though - I hate it! )

Drinks are on me Anagram have an extra large one and warm your cockles and let go of your inhibitions...hic weeee
soop you arent the only one going base over apex am frightend to get off my barstool drunken

not to mention chocolate!She's only invited because she mentioned chocolate! That's a HUGE one soop. Teastastic.

Of gin!

nellie That's my girl
Out of respect for Bags and her reputation, I shall not be asking the surgeon to accompany us to her home. If he knew what lay in store he'd and remove my one good crutch...after which, I'd fall A over T and the planned visit would be scuppered. Such a waste!

Aha! I've just sighted you on the Left-Out thread drinking with the rest of the reprobates carousers! No wonder you're a bit squiffy, nellie!

Anagram

nellie! What have you been drinking? It's getting quite lewd in here.....

And what about the naked doctor will he be allowed to warm his stethoscope against your fiery furnace....will he like most men retain his socks...or will he have to peep through the window of your wee hoosie

Ouch! Bags Long ago we had an old cat named Sweep. He passed a tick on to me and it attached itself to my midriff. A cig end was placed against it's bloated body and it fell to the ground. It actually left wee pinprick marks on the skin. Horrid beastie! Yes, cool and damp here too. Mind you, a chat beside the Rayburn sounds very cosy.

We may be in the hoos, huddled round the Rayburn if the weather is anything like today, soop. Nae worries on the tweezers and magnifying glass front though. I have loads. DD keeps bringing ticks home attached to her person! I even have a microscope.

Not sure I could fit your surgeon on a petri dish though....

What's the betting Bags is wishing she hadn't invited me to call by for a wee chat in the peaceful confines of her garden beside the loch...

am perturbed about a naked surgeon running amok in the land of the thistle,hope preventative measures are in place,or a good pair of tweezers ( and a magnifying glass ..it may be cold) to remove any misplaced prickles

Didn't need to. They had to step out of the shower naked. One elderly surgeon used to ask me to turn my back! The others never bothered!
It was only yet another naked body after all. We would have just finished operating on one!

And of course you didn't peek jeni

jeni You little minx

The implication was there
Actually when I was doing my surgical house job, I had to share the changing facilities with the men!
They were nothing to write home about!

I get the impression that you lot think I'm not wot I am Mr soop knows that at my core I'm very lady-like, refined, discreet, courteous and so much more...the virtual me is anything but!
jeni did I say that my delectable surgeon was expected to ditch his scrubs and arrive at Bags place in the nuddy? I most certainly did not. However...

Perhaps Mr Bags can take him off somewhere....?

It doesn't bear thinking about

jeni that really made me laugh.
In reality I expect it will be a very decorous meeting (as long as Mr. Soop is around - though who knows what they might get up to if he weren't?!)

Perhaps I shall come as Ammaryllis Belladonna - then you can plant me in a quite, shady corner, with occasional sunshine, and provide me with the necessary plant food - gin!

jeni

Naked surgeons don't have flies