Things that are......
....a bit hard to explain.
I'm a little bit worried, wondering whether I'm beginning to get a reputation.
For some reason I always seem to be in my bedroom getting dressed or undressed when the woman over the road is either coming out of her house, or going back into it.
No matter what time of day or night I choose, she's there - or I'm there, if you're her, furtively glancing upwards. The first few times could be explained as coincidence, but it's getting more regular.
It's only a matter of time before her Bluto type husband come marching over to squash me.
I'm a little bit worried, wondering whether I'm beginning to get a reputation.
For some reason I always seem to be in my bedroom getting dressed or undressed when the woman over the road is either coming out of her house, or going back into it.
No matter what time of day or night I choose, she's there - or I'm there, if you're her, furtively glancing upwards. The first few times could be explained as coincidence, but it's getting more regular.
It's only a matter of time before her Bluto type husband come marching over to squash me.
