I Think They Call It Foreplay
My Dad wasn't that good with home repair. We kids knew one of the doors to the bedroom wouldn't close, and that my Dad couldn't be bothered with fixing it. So, after an afternoon of drinking, even the youngest of us kids could guess what was up when we heard the bedroom door slam, then slam again, then, with muttered curses and cracking plaster, repeatedly slammed with mounting rage. I could only hope Mom was anesthetized by that point.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 10:41, 4 replies)

*one of* the doors to the bedroom?
Was that in the east or the south wing?
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 11:45, closed)

Oh come now
The bedroom might have had a separate door to the ensuite. Or the conservatory. Or the billiard room.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 12:02, closed)

you mean you don't have a ballroom-adjacent bedroom?
fucking peasant!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 13:02, closed)

He wasn't that good as a house designer either
The bedroom had two doors, and basically was just an enlarged hallway. Closing the doors meant that one of the escape routes from the back of the house to the front was cut off.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 19:36, closed)