So it’s Friday last week, moving day. It’s really hot, close, clammy, moist, sweaty, sticky clothes weather. GREAT weather for moving house and carrying boxes and furniture … cough.
It is after school and I have the 3 year old with me. I am moving boxes from my car to the house and unpacking. The husband is doing yet another run in the van.
Our new landlady decided to give us a surprise visit with her 3 children. The dog greeted her with a pretend vicious dog bark and the proceeded to lick her. All the while I’m thinking in my head ‘please don’t do that hideous crotch sniffing thing’ which thankfully she didn’t.
She extended her hand and I had to shake with my sweaty palm. How utterly embarrassing.
She was very nice, she told me where everything was and gave me a lesson in working the boiler. She even brought me flowers … from Booths no less. Posh supermarket flowers.
We went to the kitchen and looked out at the yard. She told me about the bins and how she’d never felt the need for a bottle wheelie bin like the neighbours … “We’re not big drinkers, we never felt the need”. It was one of those moments … she made a statement but then looked to me for an answer … silence. The tumbleweed rolled through the kitchen and I did a sort of false laugh and said “No, neither are we” then more false laughing.
As she was leaving one of her children mentioned the word Disney … I was off … wittering away like a crazy woman about this here blogging malarkey. Out of nervousness more than anything and because the dog was following us round, probably hoping for some crotch sniffing and my 3 year old was teaching her children to launch themselves out of trees.
As I sit here now I am wonder if she has gone home and googled me … and read this and this.
13 Comments on "I held out a sweaty hand …"
I laugh because I’ve had the recently. It’s so hot and humid and I went to Karate for the first time last night only to have my sweaty/clamming arm held by someone so I could practice a move – embarrassed wasn’t the word. I think ashamed. Yeah, ashamed lol
There is an award for you over at mine…
I’ve had rather sweaty ‘nads for 5 days now. Like 2 ripe plums in a hairy pink sock.
Erm, I know I shouldn’t ask this, but what is a chuff? No, no, forget I asked …..
You told your landlady about your blog?
Brave indeed, I take my hat off to you!
You didn’t actually tell her the name of your blog, did you? I find mentioning blogging creates the tumbleweed moment!
Your so funny…lets hope she doesn’t own a computer eh ha x
Ha ha ha ha ha … Im going to leave this post thinking abut sweaty chuffs!!! You dirtbags!!!
I have one.
Linda, I bloody knew it was you!!
Englishmum, I’m so sorry about that, I don’t mean to be rude. xxx
It has tickled me. (The post and comment not the hand/chuff or any combination of them.)
Laura, do you prefer the scaryfacedmofo? I think Becky may, I thought she was partial to a bit of fish as well.
Happy days.
I was going to post something witty, but then I read the above comment and am stunned into silence. Heh.
Better than a sweaty chuff, and holding that out to her to shake.