This morning DH is getting ready in the bedroom I go in the shower he makes the bed and leaves the bedroom. I come out of the shower naked and start drying my hair which involves stretching my arms up, bending at the waist to get some volume in my roots and generally waving all my bits around.
As I then start my ritual of moisturising my old skin I look over to the window to notice that he has tilted the blinds, it is still dark and the bedroom light is on, we have a large window and there is a group of people gathered waiting for an early morning bus trip who have just witnessed my naked posturing I’m nearer 60 than 50 so it’s not a pretty sight.
wtf was he thinking why didn’t he tell me, why didn’t I look, how long till I can show my face in the village 