Look, No Hands! .... I Saw Sunday - Week 40

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I haven't joined in my lovely sisters I Saw Sunday for a few weeks now, so I kept my eyes open this week for something, and spotted this.

My lovely partner in the front garden, with his back to the road,
weeing ... NO HANDED!

Okay, so we do we live in quite an isolated place, but please!

There he was, bold as brass, one hand on his slouched hip, the other resting on the iron fence, with a steady stream tinkling through the brambles into the field that backs on to our house.

I knocked sharply on the window at him, brow furrowed, gesticulating furiously the way you do when trying to 'shoo' something unwanted from the garden.

But he defiantly stood his ground, obviously mid-stream, his face bearing a look of strained nonchalance.



It crossed my mind that he'd finally lost the plot, until I remembered that our daughter was in the bathroom and her boyfriend was working out in the 'secluded' back garden.

But still I thought.

Okay, so perhaps he really was bursting to go, but what's with the no hands?

When eventually he'd finished and ambled in, I asked.

He snapped his answer, the open-air weeing tension still evident in his tone, "so no-one would know what I was doing!"

Well I suppose it did make sense, and I must admit, although I could see everything from my viewpoint, his slouch hipped casualness would have been impressively convincing from the rear.

I couldn't help thinking though. What on earth would he have done if someone had actually strolled by and stopped for a chat?

It doesn't bear thinking about.

I just can't imagine how he would have got out of it.

It almost makes me want to 'arrange' for the bathroom not to be free again!