Getting frisky in the moonlight
Sometimes, if the children are in bed and all’s calm on the Western front, I wait outside the house for DH to get home. I sit on the front wall and enjoy the moonlight and the scent of next-door’s gorgeous frangipani in the evening air and take a few moments just to breathe a little before the “mummy” part of the day finishes and the “adult” part begins.
I also quite like to welcome DH home. His smile when he sees me waiting always says it all.
Usually I have a sixth sense that tells me exactly what time I should step outside so I can enjoy a few moments of silence without actually broiling my kidneys in the heat (the Whats App message he sends when he leaves the office helps, too). Yesterday, though, I got it wrong and, just as I stepped into the garage, it opened to reveal DH’s headlights. I was too late.
He opened the car window for his welcome kiss.
‘I just saw a couple “at it” outside the garage!’ he said.
‘What?’ I was shocked. Although it was dark, there are streetlights, and Security does do the rounds both by bike and in a car, as do the police. Whatever teenage couple or maid-gardener combo it was was taking a huge risk.
‘Right here! Against the garage door!’ said DH. ‘Didn’t you hear me hoot?’
‘Really?’ I just couldn’t believe my ears. Why would they not at least have hidden behind the bougainvillea? ‘Standing up or lying down?’ I was trying to gauge how serious it was.
‘Lying down!’ said DH. ‘He was about to mount her!’
And then I realised.
‘Yes, cats,’ he said. ‘What did you think?’