Oh jaysus but the embarrassment

After a delicious weekend of chilling in the sun and enjoying friends I decided that the perfect way to end it all (the weekend!!!) would be to have a nice shower and actually moisturise skin.  You know the way you  always have tonnes of creams around but you never actually use them?  Well I decided that I appeared to have caught the sun and it would be nice to keep skin supple and hopefullly, in a day or two, brown.

Also, if you have a shower at night you must be getting into a clean bed with clean sheets and cool, y'lnow?  So, as I had stripped the bed earlier that day I thought, have shower, cover myself in sweet smelling lotions etc. and make bed whilst lotions are absorbed.  I mean, when women on tv put on lotions and potions they always potter around.  Yeah, yeah, I know they're all lovely in soft focus etc. but I was only making my bed.

So did all this only to look up and realise that the boys across the road were having a secret ciggie. AT BLOODY EYE LEVEL!!!!!!!!Oh Jesus, the shame. The poor things. They'll be scarred for life.


Y'see Jill et famille used to live there and they're letting the house whilst having an adventure in Paris.  Now, they never EVER used the top floor so I was always free to put clean sheets on the bed or hoover in the nude (ooh, such a pretty picture for your head, eh?) without ever running the risk of seeing anyone on the third floor of their house.

But jesus, I did last night.  So I did what any normal woman would do.  I dropped to the floor and crawled, arse in the air, over to the window where I closed the blinds.  Then I turned off the lights, snuck over and reopened on side of the blinds (I'm a woose, am afraid of the dark) and snuck back into bed. 

Poor boys, they're probably used to checking out women on the net etc.  Ogling girls at the bus stop and in their classes and then . . . . . .  me.  Ugh, even I shudder.  Evil Chuckle though!!