Thursday, May 17, 2012

title pic A matter of taste…

Posted by dulwichmum on Wed 9 April 2008

My poor distressed work colleague today insisted that I accompanied her to lunch in order that she could share her tale of woe. Apparently the honeymoon between she and her darling husband is over.

Theodore is a tad quirky in the bedroom,” she sobbed, “as all men no doubt are…” I didn’t like to admit, I haven’t actually had this experience myself. I am so incredibly naive and so very easily shocked, but in an effort to spare my colleague’s blushes I endeavoured to appear as though I had heard it all before. Helena has only hinted at her husband’s “tastes” in the past, but when she has, I have been left puzzled for weeks…

Apparently, Theodore’s latest “quirk” has involved smearing himself in Swarfega, donning a pair of blue swimming goggles and making love to his wife on a linoleum floor!!!

OHMYGOD – I thought I would inhale my own vomit!

Oh darling Helena, he has gone too far. How do you endure this degradation? Leave him immediately, the man is a beast,” I cried.

I couldn’t bear to allow man made floor coverings in my home.

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