• 29th June 2009 - By Laura - AWNTYM?

    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.

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  • 13 Responses to “I held out a sweaty hand …”

    • Fishmongers-R-us on June 29, 2009

      Better than a sweaty chuff, and holding that out to her to shake.

    • English Mum on June 29, 2009

      I was going to post something witty, but then I read the above comment and am stunned into silence. Heh.

    • Fishmongers-R-us on June 29, 2009

      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.

    • English Mum on June 29, 2009

      Linda, I bloody knew it was you!!

    • Fishmongers-R-us on June 29, 2009

      I have one.

    • OMG We're Pregnant on June 29, 2009

      Ha ha ha ha ha … Im going to leave this post thinking abut sweaty chuffs!!! You dirtbags!!!

    • WOB on June 29, 2009

      Your so funny…lets hope she doesn’t own a computer eh ha x

    • Working Mum on June 30, 2009

      You didn’t actually tell her the name of your blog, did you? I find mentioning blogging creates the tumbleweed moment!

    • Potty Mummy on June 30, 2009

      You told your landlady about your blog?

      Brave indeed, I take my hat off to you!

    • Dulwich Divorcee on June 30, 2009

      Erm, I know I shouldn’t ask this, but what is a chuff? No, no, forget I asked …..

    • Buster on July 1, 2009

      I’ve had rather sweaty ‘nads for 5 days now. Like 2 ripe plums in a hairy pink sock.

    • Pippa on July 1, 2009

      There is an award for you over at mine…

    • Toni on July 1, 2009

      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

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