beds
Mother had instructed the lady who takes care of the house while she's away to make two beds for us, but I slept with Dr B. in a double bed in my old bedroom.
Today as I started packing to go back to London I wondered if I shouldn't perhaps unmake the other bed, to avoid the whole village finding out that there is cock and bum fun going on in the house. Fact is, I don't care. Still, my mother might get embarassed if somebody came up to her to let her know. Unlikely to happen, and it's nothing she is not already aware of. I grabbed a half-asleep Dr B., took him to the guest room and had some fun unmaking the bed together. There. My own private revenge to the gossiping neighbours. Try and explain the sticky sheets now.
Tuesday 27 April 2004 at 4:35 pm
That reminds me of the joke about the ladle:
http://www.thejokeyard.com/gay_jokes/lost_gravy_ladle.html