The gardens, pretty flowers, little birds on the telegraph wires, and a deranged woman in her pink pajamas chasing a small but determined fluffy brown puppy down the street.
That would be me.
Yes there I was this morning, boobs a-bouncing, no shoes, and my classiest pair of K-mart PJ's chasing the naughtiest cavoodle in Australia.
He thought it was hilarious.
Me...not so much.
I managed to nab him on the main road, casually ignoring the cars taking kids to school, grown-ups going to work, the builders working on the site across the road.
I tried to act as though it was perfectly natural, if not entirely fashionable to be out about town in my nightwear. Yes this bed-hair is the very latest in hair fashion! Bra's?? Pisshh , so un-necessary.
I hauled the
In the house, things got quiet.
"That was fun ! Wasn't that fun ???? "
"Oh dear, she looks a bit cross. And Manic. And a little unhinged. I'll pretend I can't see her"
"You know what? I'm just going to put myself in the naughty corner, to save you the trouble. I'll just lie here and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
My boobs may never recover.