We are renovating a bathroom. 'two weeks' the builder said. We are now into week four. In a classic case of bad timing the building work started just as my darling daughter Elle started studying for her uni exams. And she is not good in the mornings at the best of times, so hammering and sanding at 6.45 was a recipe for disaster.
I was feeling sorry for her one morning in particular - and as I was going out for the morning after dropping Harry at school, I thought I would be generous and let her sleep in my room which is at the opposite end of the house away from the noise.
I carefully opened the door, crept over to the bed, in the pitch black bedroom (gotta love blackout curtains), reached my arm out to the shape under the doona. I gently shook her on the hip and said: 'come into my bed - you'll be able to sleep better in there. I've put the air conditioning on for you'. There was a slight movement and a grunt. Then another movement. As my eyes adjusted to the light i realised it was a second body.
I had just prodded my daughter's boyfriend and invited him into my bed.
Excellent. I asked her later if he realised what I had said. 'Yes' she said. 'It was a bit awkward'. Awkward? Understatement of the year
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