Small talk.
We are in the kitchen.
I am cooking potatoes and admiring the reflection of my new haircut in the window.
I see a strobe type effect in a window of the building opposite.
"Look, they are having a discotheque," I say to hub.
He looks.
"There's a man in that building," replies hub.
"Yes," I say (encouragingly).
"And he watches me while I am out the back having a cigarette."
"Strangely."
"How exactly are you smoking?" I enquire (I am quite the wit).
"It could be because once, when I was a bit drunk, I did something," he continues, ignoring my hilarious joke.
There is a pause.
"You did something," I say, encouragingly again. (He can be a bit reticent.)
"Yes," he says.
"Right," I say.
"This," he says.
And he entirely pulls his trousers down and shows me his bottom.
"Yes," I say, "That would account for it."
6 comments:
I have to say, that story didn't end quite as I expected it to.
I thought the drunken tale would at least involve an abandoned rocking chair and possibly a picture of Catherine Zeta Jones in her early days.
But no. Bums it is.
giggle.
Is this a mooning at the new neighbours?????
And may I just say how lovely your new haircut looks ....
John, I didn't promise sophistication, or even imagination...
Lovely Caroline, I know, it is hardly the way to make friends. Or maybe it is... And thank you. *blushes*
I think it's interesting that the neighbor continues to to watch him even after the mooning....is he hoping for a repeat performance?
he was bumming a fag? no?
Meesha, I know, I find it quite disturbing...
Peach, hee hee hee, you are naughty lady.
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