I am hugely jealous of penni and her recent relocation to paradise.
However.
I doubt she is overhearing such splendidly odd conversations as I am, conducted by neighbours and their “dinner guests” and heard thought the loungeroom window.
In fact, they are getting soooooo intriguing (and regular, as in every friday after work) that I almost wish I could use my Foxtel IQ remote to pause the aeroplanes every 3 minutes so I can actually keep up. Some of it is just bog standard bitching about co-workers and old mates and weddings atc, but occasionaly I get a deeper and darker tid bit.
As far as I can tell, there are 2 ladies and a highly camp male. (if you heard him, you would agree I am highly justified in using such a sweeping generalisation) Only one of the ladies lives in the house, with her boyfriend. They grow beautiful bromiliads which have just finished blooming their fuscianess in a hanging basket.
She has a nice collection of 1960′s retro tablecloths. There is a different one hanging on the clothes line every week, and she has pretty orange floral curtains at her kitchen window. These are like an external wallpaper outside our loungerrom window.
Anyway, tonight is a fairly in depth discussion of his subconscious recollection of being “snipped” as a baby, and the dreams which have tormented him since. Everyone’s ideal birth experience (none yet dreaming of being duffed) including his woes at not being able, as a man, to birth. He has described, at length (and possibly with actual demonstrations) his vast collection of tattoos, complete with names and locations of each artist. He has thrown in bits about his piercings and hairdresser.
I’ve had to shut the window now, their laughter and exclaimations have woken Zeph. Again.
I wonder what the topics next Friday will host?
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