Okay, Ludwig....remember what happened last time you got frisky? Lexi and I got frisky right back - and you headed for the hills.

Btw, a flying buttress is far more geometrically sublime (not to mention load-bearing) than a.......

<< Lexi and I got frisky right back - and you headed for the hills >>

Bahhh. I did not!

I whimped off with m’ tail btween m’ legs and hid under a log!!

You girls were getting really scary!!

<< a flying buttress is far more geometrically sublime >>

.Reaally daaarling, I couldn’t give a flying fuctress about flying buttresses.

Feeling butts on the other hand, is something I could get right into!!

Ludwig,

There's obviously nothing more for it than to send you to matron with a note. She'll dispense you something castor oilish and tuck you into bed in the infirmary for the day with a plentiful supply of Beano comics.

But you should be fully recovered by tomorrow : )

Lexi>> Instead - a family friend painted a portrait of me - "au naturale." Which now hangs in our entertainment room.<<

Lexi my canvassed coquette, I expect you gain some satisfaction from having your form emblazoned on the entertainment room wall to delight and enchant your guests. Where is your partner’s picture I ask. Should not your guests have the opportunity of seeing your mans penis and his largest organ, his skin, ala natural. Why is his doodle not hanging over them like a limp sword of Damocles while his gonads give way to gravity and hang unfettered covered by the pubic velvet that nature had endowed to him.

The reason I would surmise is that you girls have a form worth exhibiting. A soft roundness regardless of body stature that screams I was designed right. Whereas we guys are left with a utilitarian form that is only good for toting barges and bailing hay. Not fair Lexi, in my house I have paintings of the whole family in the nude, including our pets. I have recently embarked on a project that will see a gallery of nude neighbours and acquaintances as well; although the project may be long term as my opportunities to see the models is limited by the time I have to peek through their windows at night.

So Lexi, from Baltic Belle to Bohemian Bombshell, this has certainly changed the way in which I will interpret your posts in the future… Please don’t tell me that you smoked weed at uni…it would shatter my minds eye picture of you inexorably my dearest one.

Poirot, I did not know that you are femme. So in future my replies to you will carry the civility that must always be employed by males when addressing absolutely anyone or anything that is not male. I appologise for any previously narky over tones to my replies, I thought you were a bloke.

Lexi, you naughty girl you. I am having a discussion with my self, trying to decide if your painting would be demure & shy, of blatant & forthright. My thoughts are tending to the latter.

My eldest named her first Chloe. The poor sheltered thing has never been to Melbourne, [daughter, not grand daughter that is]. I specifically avoided telling my daughter of that beauty on the wall of the Young & Jackson, when advised of the choice of name.

My son, after a training course at Flinders naval depot, could not wait to tell her of his finding.

Perhaps it says a lot about our world today, that a kid at school in country Young NSW in the 50s had heard about Chloe, but today her fame has faded. Pity.