You know you’re passing when…

…on an overnight package (hotel and free admission to a minor stately home):

– you dash down to breakfast in a t-shirt and no bra and two of the admittedly more geriatric blokes (there’s a bridge convention on as well) don’t so much do the eyes-up-and-down-omigod-its-a-tranny swivel as …home in on your tits and

– later in the ornamental gardens a kid passes you by and comments in that loud and endearing way children of a certain age have: “mummy, isn’t that lady tall!”

I’m smiling cause, of course, as everyone knows…i’m really not at all bothered about passing…

much… 🙂



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