Sunday, 19 June 2011

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

 I Saw Sunday where you can join in with pictures, thoughts, observations, anything you like!



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!

24 comments:

Susannah said...

Oh, I LOVE it! And I can just imagine you 'arranging' for the toilet to be in use next time you see he is bursting to go! lol

Thanks for sharing this with I Saw Sunday, it is good to have you back with us again. x

Jinksy said...

I hope it made him thankful he wasn't a female, and that he spared us ladies a commiserating thought or two... We should be so lucky -or even, wee should be so lucky. Reminds me of a story a friend once told me. Indoors, in a similar no free loo situation, she resorted to using her small daughters potty, only to find her volume of wee was the greater of the two...
Carpet cleaning time?!

Elizabeth Grimes said...

Lol! Guys are...a puzzle sometimes. :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles. and LOL at jinksy....thanks for the smiles ladies...

Deborah said...

Thank you all everso much for stopping by and your comments x :o)

... and something similar to that happened to me once Jinksy! Genuine PANIC!!! LOL

jabblog said...

At least he didn't have to worry about aiming straight - but then they don't worry anyway, do they??

Tracy said...

HAHAHAHAHA!!!
sometimes I wish I could do that at times!

Deborah said...

Thanks for your great comments Tracy and Jabblog ... and I agree with both of you! LOL x :o)

Clipped Wings said...

Hahaha! Love it. Does he know you wrote about him? So much fun to read.

Mamma has spoken said...

Didn't use his hands because he didn't want anyone knowing what he was doing. Uhm, I think the stream of urine coming from you will give that part away!

Harry Nicholson said...

That's fine, I say. It is anarchic and rebellious and brings a sense of freedom - so long as he does not get pricked (ouch!)by thorns.

But - he should save it for the compost heap, there's nowt like uric acid for firing up compost. Mind you, I only let men I know, like and respect to pee on my compost heaps.

Elizabeth said...

What a picture you have drawn with your words. Does he know that you have made him this public? And just because he was trying to be private, sort of?

Laughing out loud,

Elizabeth

Deborah said...

Thank you all eveso much for your great comments x :o)

...and yes he does know (I've told him he's my muse! hehe)

'I only let men I know, like and respect to pee on my compost heaps' LOL I did like that Harry :o)

earlybird said...

:)

I've SO often wished I could do that... !

(loved Harry's comment!)

Al Penwasser said...

At first, I thought you left out a letter and he was "weeDing" with no hands. My mind began to wonder how in the world he could pick up any weeds with no hands. Then, I imagined he was gifted with a prehensile trouser little fella (you know, like a monkey or an elephant picking up peanuts with his trunk).
After I saw that he indeed "watering" the lawn, I understood everything.
Still, I was glad nobody came by for a chat. Can you imagine shaking hands?
Ewwwwww........

Deborah said...

Thank you so much earlybird and Al for your wonderful comments x :o)

Then, I imagined he was gifted with a prehensile trouser little fella (you know, like a monkey or an elephant picking up peanuts with his trunk) LOL that's soo funny Al :o)

Friko said...

you wouldn't, would you? That'd be mean.

Sometimes chaps lean forward and, ahem, let it all hang out.

When I have workmen round for an outdoor job they never seem to need to go to the bathroom. I wonder why that is.

Mike Patrick said...

Everything seems normal here. Weeding? Any poison ivy in the area? No hands makes sense.

Selma said...

I'm just impressed he could go hands free, that takes some skill. Very funny story!

Deborah said...

Thank you so much for your great comments Friko, Mike and Selma x :o)

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Um...thank you. I think.

Deborah said...

Umm ... thank you too Cosmo. I think LOL :O) x

Rashmi said...

Ha ha..Deborah.............

Deborah said...

Hi Rashmi, lovely to see you again x :o)