There are many things you come across when you’re cleaning out the house as you move to a new one. Old pots and pans from the back of the cupboard. The first pair of high heels you’ve kept in a box for ages… in case you one day wanted to let your little girl (if you end up having one) wear during dress up sessions. You also come across old tacky jumpers your husband won’t throw out. And then you come across… dirty soft porn magazines from the Sexpo. How the fuck did these get there? Oh my, let’s hide them before Curly sees them. And what the heck are these DVDs doing there too? And what’s that buzzing? The batteries still work? I have been looking for those for the remote for the TV!
Anyway… you also come across hot sexy dirty love letters to your then boyfriend turned fiancé now husband:
Dear the Scientist… I think of your big XXX when alone… remember how I used to XXX you that way? On that couch…
Dear Sexy Son of a… Come back to my bouncy XXX… I want to hold you close…
When did I have the courage to write these? I must have been totally head over heels in lurve, or crazy, maybe I was drunk and horny?
The things we do for lust and love! Oh my… Oh me oh my, she barks all day and night!
Back to packing… dum dee dum. Last few boxes to shift by car and then we’re DONE!!!
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