Just musing on the difficulty of writing an explicit sex scene with my household soundtrack in the background :
*Hubby defrosting the freezer, accompanied by the sound of cracking ice like a Scott of the Antarctic retrospective,
*Son#1 practising a medley of Deep Purple and Newton Faulkner (I know, I know, the ears boggle) on his electric guitar,
*Son#2 yelling alnost incoherently (thank god) at Call of Duty, something about one of his mates leaving him undefended on the top of a building.
Published on November 16, 2009 13:34