Springs flashing a bit of ankle at is

jimmyhillsfanclub

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Yep....a nice bit of Sunshiiiinnne...

going to bin work off early today & go for a kickabout with my boys...

...and I'm gonna cook them hotdogs on the BBQ tomorrow evening.
 

hill83

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Today was the day the shorts came out. Favourite day of the year.
 

rob9872

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Don't go too soon lads. a long way from Tit Monday yet:

Ah, Tit Monday. That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus,
or walking to the Tube, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly
chirpier than you have been in months.

You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary
tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout
the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says:
"At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy.

For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time,
the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls
getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly
dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this
season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape
is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many
dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at
dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts
braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in
summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye
before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging
out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival
of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is
Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a
moveable feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be
precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above
16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2014, when temperatures leapt
to 22C on 24 April.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early
summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit
Friday 2015 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not
prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer
clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again
until next year), so that when they're all standing outside All Bar One
after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered
nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale
where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where,
instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text
your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early.
There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a
couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But
your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep
your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra
straps.
 
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bringbackrattles

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Customers are cheerful this week and it feels warm cleaning windows today. I like the winter,but better weather seems to make people happier. So can't complain ! 😎
 

clint van damme

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Eyes itching and had to neck an anti hystamine. Spring is in the air!
 

pastythegreat

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Don't go too soon lads. a long way from Tit Monday yet:

Ah, Tit Monday. That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus,
or walking to the Tube, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly
chirpier than you have been in months.

You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary
tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout
the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says:
"At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy.

For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time,
the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls
getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly
dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this
season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape
is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many
dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at
dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts
braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in
summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye
before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging
out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival
of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is
Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a
moveable feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be
precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above
16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2014, when temperatures leapt
to 22C on 24 April.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early
summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit
Friday 2015 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not
prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer
clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again
until next year), so that when they're all standing outside All Bar One
after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered
nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale
where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where,
instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text
your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early.
There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a
couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But
your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep
your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra
straps.
I think you need to get laid or something.... this is disturbing

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Sbarcher

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Just bought my maggots and dendras for a days fishing tomorrow.
 
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Kneeza

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Just back from a 90 minute wander with the mutt.
It's beautiful out there.
Feckin' frosty at sparrow-fart though.
 

Sky_Blue_Dreamer

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Definitely felt like spring today. Walk in the park, Sunshine actually feeling like it's being absorbed into my skin. Birds singing. Crocuses and snowdrops are out. If it's like this tomorrow I'll be listening to the match while going for a long walk in the sun in my shorts.

I love it.

Might be getting a bit nippy out with a lack of cloud cover at night but my thoughts are definitely turning to the garden and getting some seeds sown ready to plant out in a month or two.
 

Kneeza

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Definitely felt like spring today. Walk in the park, Sunshine actually feeling like it's being absorbed into my skin. Birds singing. Crocuses and snowdrops are out. If it's like this tomorrow I'll be listening to the match while going for a long walk in the sun in my shorts.

I love it.

Might be getting a bit nippy out with a lack of cloud cover at night but my thoughts are definitely turning to the garden and getting some seeds sown ready to plant out in a month or two.
Yep. Been checking all my new perennials that have been overwintering in the cold frames. Most seem to have survived.
Forgot I'd left some dahlia seedlings in there though. Damn. Meant to bring them in, but too late now - the frost got them.
I'll put some more in tomorrow and get them on the hot tray together with some lobelia etc for the hanging baskets and tubs.
It feels like spring when you start tinkering in the garden.
 
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Sky_Blue_Daz

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Lovely walk round coundon park this evening
 

hill83

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Don't go too soon lads. a long way from Tit Monday yet:

Ah, Tit Monday. That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus,
or walking to the Tube, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly
chirpier than you have been in months.

You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary
tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout
the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says:
"At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy.

For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time,
the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls
getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly
dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this
season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape
is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many
dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at
dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts
braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in
summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye
before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging
out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival
of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is
Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a
moveable feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be
precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above
16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2014, when temperatures leapt
to 22C on 24 April.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early
summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit
Friday 2015 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not
prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer
clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again
until next year), so that when they're all standing outside All Bar One
after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered
nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale
where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where,
instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text
your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early.
There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a
couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But
your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep
your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra
straps.
 
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Sick Boy

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Definitely been spring-like here last couple of days, got up to 23 at one point 😎