Tuesday 31 May 2011

My Ugly Naked Guy.

Just to be clear, the man we're talking about here is neither noticeably ugly, particularly fat or at all naked. This needs to be understood with the utmost clarity before we move on.






There is a man who lives in a flat opposite my study window. He is a man of regular habits and often, when I am trawling facebook of an evening or watching endless make up video blogs, he is scrupulously drying his dishes and cutlery after an early dinner which I imagine to be both nutritious and reminiscent of meat and two veg.


As you can see, I have become obsessed in a small way with this man and his habits and am therefore perplexed today by the appearance of some swimming trunks suspended from the window of his bathroom (obscured glass, dear reader, worry not). Is this a flag of sorts, declaring to the outside world his summertime feelings? Is it a haphazard surrender (they are partially white, after all) to who knows what? Is this display a regular occurrence, perhaps weekly? (Having only lived in my new abode for 9 days, I cannot be sure).


It is a mystery.




Love,

Lizi xxxxxx