Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he were the fantasy hunky, well stacked builder. The one from romance novels. You know, the bit of rough women are supposed to fantasise about. This one, though, is a wizened old man, with suitably grubby clothes, and glasses. At least I could outrun him. Not that that would help me much. I expect his eyesight is still good. Also my embarrassment level remains high. Mmm, not good at all. It seems I have a bit of a dilemma.
You can gaurentee that if you stay late in bed, the whole household is bound to go crazy. Visitors, builders, even a Gardener coming later, I expect. All, with their own key. What is the world coming to? Who's silly idea was it to give them keys? It's sad, when a Girl cannot have a little extra time, relaxing in bed, with a cup of tea, and her iPad before facing the world. So, here I sit, writing on the iPad, putting off the moment of making a decision.
In the meantime, the hour gets later, the embarrassment level rises, and nothing is decided. Exactly how brave do I feel this morning? As the noise level outside my door rises, my suspicions grow, that perhaps I am trapped here. Imagine trying to walk out of here even later, in the afternoon.....
Oh dear, I must be brave, wait for a quiet moment, then run. Wrapping the thickest dressing gown around me, holding a big handkerchief to my nose, and sneezing. As if I have the flu.
Do you think that sounds like a plan? Otherwise, I could be here until night time........
Helppppppp!
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