Pants!
I came in from work and was startled by high pitched shrieking “Oh lovely” I thought, “M must be back from her weekend away”. I wandered into the dining room to find M holding a pair of her underpants aloft and D swaying back and forth after having obviously been smoking many biffs in the shed all afternoon.

I sat down for five minutes watching M get redder and more high pitched and watching D do…..Well, very little apart from blink in a confused manner. Anyhoo, while I observed this delightful exchange, I gleaned from it that D had dared to hang M’s smalls on the line with his dirty man hands. She was enraged about this for some reason. I went over to crack open a bottle of wine, poured a glass and decided it was time to interject “Did he have them on his head or something M?” I ventured “Don’t be so bloody RIDICULOUS!” She replied.

I took my mirth to the front room and gigglingly sipped my wine. About half way down the glass I heard stomping and a door slamming – M off to boil wash her undercrackers. Then another unindentified thud. I went out to investigate and found D on his back with a beatific smile on his face, when he finally roused himself some 3 hours later he could remember neither hanging M’s pants on the line, nor the resulting spitting, screeching, hellcat fury that ensued.

I love them dearly, I do.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 13:34, 1 reply)

Your Mum and Dad
have a strange relationship.
(Sloppy Giuseppe, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 2:32, closed)