Stepped out of late shower (pressies and all that) to frantic hammering on front door. There stood drop dead gorgeous friend clutching wine, be- ribboned parcel and glazed expression. "Couldn`t make you hear." she gasped. "Went around the back. Have you seen what`s on your patio? Where did you find him? Is he married?" Grrrrr.
Dragged her inside, relieved her of now forgotten goodies and plonked her in a chair while I did some quick thinking.
Readers, I told her he was gay.
Honestly! Some women can become real tarts at the sight of a builder`s tanned, muscular, glistening thighs!!
I had to drop some stuff off at one of our sites this morning. When I got there our lads weren't there so I just sat in the car admiring the view.
Not the leafy greens or plush houses of Richmond, but the buff workmen with their tops off being all manly. I was a bit disappointed when our lads showed up to be honest, I could have watched those delicious men all day.