This morning I was relaxing in my bath enjoying a long soak on my own with a huge cuppa tea, you can imagine - totally bubble bath heaven. However, this tranquility lasted for all of five minutes when I heard a loud bang and a scratch coming from outside. Thinking, oh it must be next door I tried to dismiss the clatter going on outside and I continued to sip my tea. However, the noises started to intensify and become more regular, naturally as you do when you are gifted with an overactive imagination, I feared an intruder so I jumped out of the bath and ran into the bedroom to look out of the window to see what was occurring. Only to be greeted by a very smiley over friendly, even more surprised than myself, window cleaner. "Hello love" he mouthed through my window, " just doing the windows" he said, stating the obvious. I was so relieved that it was only him but then looked a right plank standing in my towel dripping and by this point feeling a little annoyed. These people should ask if you want your bloody windows cleaning - thats opportunism at its dizzy heights just assuming. I could have run into the bedroom naked, he might have fallen off his ladder if I had, that would have served him right ha ha.
I am quite prone to nervous burglar scenarios. I once locked myself in a bathroom and called the police when I thought someone was breaking into my bosses flat where I was staying on my own. Turns out I had dreamt about the bang and imagined the burglar. The Police woman on the other end of the phone was lovely though and stayed on the line until her colleagues arrived. Fortunately, it was a weekend and a eight man strong police van was around the corner patrolling the streets so within no time at all I was stood in my pj's apologising for calling them out - obviously, there was no sign of a disturbance and I had dreamt the whole thing. How embarrassing. It was really scary though at the time and I was petrified. How was I to know that my imagination was playing games with me.... dammit!
Moral of the story is I should learn to control my overactive imagination as it can put me into some compromising situations - standing naked in a towel is not always a good look but I do think the window cleaner got his full £5.00 worth this morning.
Thank you for tuning in.
Sarah xx
