Amanda Shaft
09-14-2008, 05:47 AM
Its Sunday morning here, the sun is out the birds are tweeting etc…
So I’ve got myself into my Sunday morning, birds out, and sun tweeting sort of outfit: Loose top, just above knee length skirt, modest make up. Nothing outrageous and pretty in keeping with what any other woman might be wearing today and so I start on a few chores. One of these is to do the washing and hang it on the line, so I take the washing out of the machine check and double check that no one is around then go outside to hang it out. I’m just pinning the first garment up when I hear footsteps right behind me! S**t and double s**t, stay calm I’m thinking, don’t panic! The clothes line is one of those rotary type so holding the next piece of washing up I slowly walk around to the other side sort of spinning the line with me so I can face who ever it is using the washing line as a bit of a barrier. I pretended I’d only just realised they were there say “oh hi!” in my best quivering girly voice wishing I were invisible. Good news it’s not someone I know. They ask if this is the Smiths residence and I say “No sorry, I don’t know them!” Sorry to have bothered you they say and turn and walk away making no indication that they saw any thing a miss (good pun). I have by then just about wet myself, and beat a hasty retreat back in doors.
Two things: firstly I’m amazed I seem to have got through that, secondly all I want to be is me why do I still have to be so secretive and on edge even in my own back yard! I’ve now changed back into drab and am annoyed with myself for being so easily spooked.
Yours in a state of shock, Amanda x
So I’ve got myself into my Sunday morning, birds out, and sun tweeting sort of outfit: Loose top, just above knee length skirt, modest make up. Nothing outrageous and pretty in keeping with what any other woman might be wearing today and so I start on a few chores. One of these is to do the washing and hang it on the line, so I take the washing out of the machine check and double check that no one is around then go outside to hang it out. I’m just pinning the first garment up when I hear footsteps right behind me! S**t and double s**t, stay calm I’m thinking, don’t panic! The clothes line is one of those rotary type so holding the next piece of washing up I slowly walk around to the other side sort of spinning the line with me so I can face who ever it is using the washing line as a bit of a barrier. I pretended I’d only just realised they were there say “oh hi!” in my best quivering girly voice wishing I were invisible. Good news it’s not someone I know. They ask if this is the Smiths residence and I say “No sorry, I don’t know them!” Sorry to have bothered you they say and turn and walk away making no indication that they saw any thing a miss (good pun). I have by then just about wet myself, and beat a hasty retreat back in doors.
Two things: firstly I’m amazed I seem to have got through that, secondly all I want to be is me why do I still have to be so secretive and on edge even in my own back yard! I’ve now changed back into drab and am annoyed with myself for being so easily spooked.
Yours in a state of shock, Amanda x