Spring was certainly in the air on that beautiful early Spring weekend, and what wonderful weather it was, made all the nicer after the long drawn out winter that preceded it, which probably seemed that much longer than it was because we had had no summer to speak of the previous year.
Anyway, the weather
was so nice that after breakfast I left my wife in bed reading the Sundays and
I set off for a good long walk around the village and its environs.
As I enjoyed the warm
Spring sunshine, I noticed the many harbingers of the season such as the
daffodils nodding in the breeze, birdsong everywhere and endless parades of
cyclists along the lanes punctuated only by the occasional car towing a
caravan.
After a couple of
strenuous hours, I had worked up something of a sweat as well as a thirst to
match, so I headed towards home, but because of the thirst I thought I might
just have a cool refreshing beer at the village pub on the way.
However once I reached
the pub I soon realised I was not the only one to have that idea and I had to
negotiate my way through piles of abandoned bikes and was then greeted by the
scene of a packed beer garden full of people showing far too much white flesh
than was good for anyone which had the effect of slaking my thirst.
So I decided to give
it a miss after all and went home early instead, where I could enjoy a cold
beer in my own garden, but when I entered my house I discovered that my
neighbour Gerry, had not only entered the house before me but had also entered
my wife, and more than once by the look of the pair of them and I was
immediately struck with by the thought that their actions had rendered me the
first cuckold of Spring.
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