... are clearly of critical importance at the moment. So I feel it may not have been helpful to stumble naked down the bedroom this morning and lean over my 'Juliet' balcony to shout down to M to please turn off the hosepipe so I could have a shower. Mr A, our Muslim neighbour, was inspecting his roses and having a quiet cup of tea, and got a whole lot more of an eyeful than he'd bargained for. Had I not been so embarrassed I might have managed a cheery 'good morning' (though this may have been interpreted as shameless on top of, er, shameless) but as it was I just fled.
joella
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