Mr F hung out with me while I damaged my back lugging horse manure about. JZ was off delivering her friend back home in the car. Mr F marked the occasion by first pouring water over himself from the freezing and slimy bird bath, then crying, and then selecting a very fetching orange summer dress to wear instead of the wet clothes.
Seeing the perfect opportunity to indulge his penchant for cross dressing without a fight with the owner of the dress, I slipped him into it, plus a sensible pair of trackie Bs and we were away. Here he is, ‘helping’ out.
I think he’s very handsome.