'You want to dance. On the roof.'
'In my underwear. Don't forget that.'
'Of course not,' I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I felt so confused. 'But can I ask a question?'
'Why do you want to dance on the roof in your underwear, at the crack of dawn?'
'Everyone will see you!'
'That's the point.'
He leant towards me, earnestness written into every line of his face. His eyes gleamed with a fanatical flame.
'Because,' he said, slowly and clearly, 'I want to. It'll be fun.'
That's when I gave up.
Jamie Clapperton 4 months ago
Perfectly legal as long as he's wearing his underwear. Why not? :-) ;-)
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Indeed, why not?...although the sight of me in my kecks astride our rooftop might not please the neighbours, but it might scare off those bloody crows and pigeons.
Christopher 3 months ago
I've had friends like that!