Making Friends with Neighbours
So I'm heating up curry for a mid-morning snack. I look down at the clean, flower-print shirt I'm wearing and think, oh-oh, curry splash. I have a bright idea: I unbutton the shirt and tie the two bottom ends behind my back, leaving my bare chest and stomach exposed, but shirt in place over the shoulders. On the way to the kitchen there's a full length mirror and I catch a glimpse of myself. Wow! I look pretty gay like this, I chuckle. To experiment with the camp magnitude of the look I put my hands on my hips and rotate them, blowing kisses to the mirror. So, it's at this point I notice our neighbour staring at me through the window, just two feet away. Sigh.