Bjarni is about a metre taller than I remember him to be. He must have grown in the California sunshine. He's all glowing too; white teeth and brown skin, golden and crunchy, like a biscuit.
When he's not looking I want to make a swipe for him, grab him and dunk him in my tea, gobble him all up.
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Dunking in tea...kinky.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like a right hobnob. Enjoy.
ReplyDelete*Winces in anticipation* Anyone know how to make a Ginger Cream?
ReplyDeleteI shall ignore the sexual undertones of this post and simply say that being compared to a biscuit sounds nice. How sweet!
ReplyDeleteHave fun, leave no crumbs :)
ReplyDeleteI am not a hobnob!
ReplyDeleteSheesh!
I however am quite enjoying my brand new short-haired four-eyed girl. New and improved! And thanks to Devin I now have a new nickname for her...
There was a time when Bald Eagle was called Ginger Nuts.
ReplyDeleteThe biscuit thing must run in the family.
Mmm, cariad biscuits. Suitable for muliple dunkings and negative calories to boot.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
Glad you arrived OK. I should tell you that for some reason I had a nightmare last night that you and Bjarni were planning to murder me, at the behest of the evil puppetmasters of the Googleplex. I'm still a bit disturbed, to be honest.
ReplyDeleteDon't dunk him in tea. He'll go soft.
ReplyDeleteI miss you!
ReplyDeleteIceland is much closer to Ireland than America. Somehow I always felt you were just next door. But now I don't know when you're sleeping, when you're awake, when you're in the bath, when you're cuddling your tiger, when you're making cocktails. It's terrible!
There I was trying to be soft and romantic and all I get is a load of sexual innuendo! Devin, Bjarni has been calling me Ginger Cream all the time now.
ReplyDeleteYay to people dreaming abut me trying to murder them.
Truculent, it's 10 am here. I'm in a bakery trying to finish my Iceland Express piece so I can get on ith my holiday. Think I may have to disconnect from the net for a while. And don't tell anyone about the tiger! It's a secret!
Lupa, it's the Ginger thing that runs in the family, not the biscuit thing!