How We Almost Didn’t Survive Our 2 Month Anniversary!

Nude(in Bude) our bedroom like a stage set that we strut our stuff upon imbued with super- -human passion desire setting fire to our loins our somewhat energetic lovemaking sees us advance inch by sexy inch down centre stage each stroke moving the bed (unknown to us) until we collide head on with the wardrobe. We have roamed halfway across the room. What(we thought) would have happened if the wardrobe hadn’t halted our passionate progress or if we had missed it by an inch (we shuddered to think) & just kept going lost in the throes of advanced passion. We would have (eventually) smashed through the French windows (not stopping for nothing) out unto the veranda before coming to a startled halt in the middle of the garden the guard dog barking furiously at our invasion of his privacy. We would have (had to) make love (all over again) to get the bed back in called a glazier (Quick! Yellow Pages!) be content to just cuddle & hope our hosts hadn’t noticed anything untoward.