It’s not actually a storm in a teacup its more about “The Condom In The Jug”. You see The Sainted Husband often says that he thinks I am “louche”. He says this when he is in a strop about something. It always goes the same way …. lots of “and another thing” stuff and it ends with the louche thing. Then as I sit writing blameless books about people in codpieces and continuously emptying the dishwasher he starts on about “ them…. that tribe of yours ”. “Personally I think they are a riot”, I say proudly, “surely you were not born in a blue suit?” I ask, but that usually makes it worse, which is rather funny actually, or at least I think it is. It is true my impeccable past is responsible for at least some of the middle class population explosion. But when, as I always do, I ask him to explain himself and provide some examples of this lack of morality he always comes up with, the time someone left a condom in the blue jug in our spare room bathroom. “It was last summer” I remind him, but time has not diminished the shock horror of this event for The Sainted Husband, it is seared in his memory as a beacon of depravity.
I have tried a vigorous defence, as time and again this incident rears its ugly head (forgive the metaphor), pointing out that this showed a commendable deference to sexual hygiene, but that doesn’t work. Actually it’s over a year now and this calls for desperate measures so I am going to move the jug and use it for cocktails. Anyway there will always be something, so watch this space.
Brilliant! Funny! More, please…
did he keep it? have you emptied the jug since…