When on
holidays you make multiple concessions regarding your usual habits or the
choices that you might make. For instance, you don't eat the same types of food
or control the portions as you might otherwise do and you most certainly don't
save your pennies or yell at bus drivers for the harsh breaking that smears
lipstick all over your face. You deal with all the little nuisances because
you're having an amazing time.
The
Cockney and I are sleeping in the spare bedroom at the parental's house; two
single trundle beds of varying height and size pushed together to complete a
rather hazardous sleeping arrangement when attempting to touch one another.
Most
nights we're both happy to contemplate sleep, other nights we try to embrace
via a tentative finger hold over the two mattresses or a foot lock via the
bed sheets. Last night we attempted the impossible; ninja sex.
At
precisely half past the hour we had finished, semi-satisfied and delighted that
the bed springs had resisted the temptation to groan in protest or the timber
slats creak with displeasure. The only problem was ... how and where to dispose
of the rubbery evidence of our tryst.
You see,
in the UK, they recycle everything and thus the rubbish is eagerly sorted into
various piles by the household owner for fear of massive fines--undoubtedly
this would have included our ninja remains so we stashed it in my handbag for
future disposal outside of the prying eyes of the parentals.
Picture
this; the next day we were escorted on a private tour of the house of parliament
and the prime minister’s residence complete with full security checks. As my
handbag loaded with sexual aftermath passed repeatedly through the scanner with
guards smirking and pointing, I was waiting to be questioned, quartered and
then killed.
Needless
to say I managed to escape unharmed but The Cockney’s DNA is now swimming
around somewhere under parliament house---my opportunity to dispose of our
rubber package, flushed at the very first opportunity.
Lesson
learned; no more ninja sex!
Kristy ;)
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