28/10/2005
Mating rituals....
Now you know I specialise in romance... so mating rituals of the young are of particular interest to me. And of course, my research never stops...
Uni accommodation is cleverly arranged... to a point.
On the top floor of minimus's block reside five glorious young things... complete with flowing tresses and wide, innocent eyes... (that would be the girls' floor- actually, it would be funnier had it been the boys)
On the ground floor reside five blokes... humming with testosterone and smelling of spot cream and aftershave...
Hormones race. The blokes rattle the small change in their beer cans and sulk when they can't get a date...
First one and then the next turns blokish, churlish and generally start to make the girls' lives miserable, loud music, cars parked inconsiderately, jostling, unpleasant remarks...
Poor babies... what will those fragile little girls do so far away from mom and any protective men in the family... Are they going to allow themselves to be abused like this?
Er, no. Minimus, having discovered that when the boys open their window located just under hers she can direct missiles into it, has declared war.
I believe Pot Noodles make a lovely mess when dropped from a great height.
Take my advice, boys... don't take her on- remember I've lived with her for 18 years- and she's learned at the feet of a master (or, in this case, her mother!)
We await developments with baited breath- or should that be, protective clothing!!
Actually, I can see a very different outcome to this than one of war escalating and tempers rising... can't you, girls?
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Uni accommodation is cleverly arranged... to a point.
On the top floor of minimus's block reside five glorious young things... complete with flowing tresses and wide, innocent eyes... (that would be the girls' floor- actually, it would be funnier had it been the boys)
On the ground floor reside five blokes... humming with testosterone and smelling of spot cream and aftershave...
Hormones race. The blokes rattle the small change in their beer cans and sulk when they can't get a date...
First one and then the next turns blokish, churlish and generally start to make the girls' lives miserable, loud music, cars parked inconsiderately, jostling, unpleasant remarks...
Poor babies... what will those fragile little girls do so far away from mom and any protective men in the family... Are they going to allow themselves to be abused like this?
Er, no. Minimus, having discovered that when the boys open their window located just under hers she can direct missiles into it, has declared war.
I believe Pot Noodles make a lovely mess when dropped from a great height.
Take my advice, boys... don't take her on- remember I've lived with her for 18 years- and she's learned at the feet of a master (or, in this case, her mother!)
We await developments with baited breath- or should that be, protective clothing!!
Actually, I can see a very different outcome to this than one of war escalating and tempers rising... can't you, girls?
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
