I am a natural blonde, and when jokes are made of blondies,
I say “Ha, their just jealous? But I am the first to admit, I do have blonde moments!
When I first moved into our new house, well, new to us, there were loads to do
and one of the jobs was to wash all the windows and doors outside! So, picture
the scene?
Ok, there I was, cleaning windows and doors of my house,
great big orange bucket and cloths. I bend over, there is a really loud wolf
whistle” God, I cringe? I think, oh, it
can not be at me?
Next day, I go out again, same thing happens. I come in, really
red, explaining to Teen. He is disgusted. He wants to go and sort out the man
and tell them how disrespectful they are being.
I calm him down it keeps happening, I am convinced I am
living next to a pervert?
My Son goes out, he comes in telling me a girl whistled at
him, he stands in front of the mirror in the hall, priming himself as he tells
me. My Hub goes out another day and he comes in with a very embarrassed persona,
saying the whistle has been at him, today?
By that point we realised we shared the street, with either
a bisexual, or the local village idiot?
It was a couple of weeks later, when we found out, across the
road, was an Avery!
Lots to chat about today my Bloggets. xxx laters.
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