olderskyblue
Well-Known Member
Was chatting the other day about our very first house back in the late 70's, and it reminded me of something that happened back then that still brings a smile when I think about it.
A bunch of letters dropped through the letterbox one Saturday morning, so I just rattled through opening them all as you do, and one in particular had a letter, and a bunch of photographs in the envelope. It became clear whilst reading the letter and ogling the photographs that this was not meant for our house!!
On checking, it had our address on the envelope, but a neighbour 10 doors away name...
Now, his wife was a very quiet girl, always very demure, but the photographs showed this wasn't the case when in her own home.. It seems the letter sender and this couple used to get up to all sorts, and they clearly shared pictures.. very nice ones too
I never did take them round and apologise for opening their letter... (how could I ?) but I assumed they must have known I got them. As we lived in a cul de sac, the lovely wife had to walk past our house regularly, and as I was regularly outside working on my car, I used to see her quite a lot... I always said hello, but she used to put her head down, blush, and whisper hello back...and hurry on down the street.
I did think about saying I didn't recognise her with her clothes on but....
A bunch of letters dropped through the letterbox one Saturday morning, so I just rattled through opening them all as you do, and one in particular had a letter, and a bunch of photographs in the envelope. It became clear whilst reading the letter and ogling the photographs that this was not meant for our house!!
On checking, it had our address on the envelope, but a neighbour 10 doors away name...
Now, his wife was a very quiet girl, always very demure, but the photographs showed this wasn't the case when in her own home.. It seems the letter sender and this couple used to get up to all sorts, and they clearly shared pictures.. very nice ones too
I never did take them round and apologise for opening their letter... (how could I ?) but I assumed they must have known I got them. As we lived in a cul de sac, the lovely wife had to walk past our house regularly, and as I was regularly outside working on my car, I used to see her quite a lot... I always said hello, but she used to put her head down, blush, and whisper hello back...and hurry on down the street.
I did think about saying I didn't recognise her with her clothes on but....