To flash or not to flash......

There are two types of people in this world: Those who love to strut around the house naked, with the curtains open, and those, like me, who don't, and even in semi-nakedness, feel the need to run quickly past windows due to believing that someone somewhere will see their bare flesh and that would be a terrible thing. In our bedroom at the back of our flat for example, we have a view of a brick wall (oh the joys of urban living), albeit a pretty, ivy-covered one, and yet I still feel the need to draw the blinds when I'm getting dressed or am having a bit of nookie. It's as though somewhere deep down I believe that Spiderman really exists, and as well as his alter-ego Peter Parker, also has a third persona as a peeping tom. That's the only person who is likely to see me as they would have to be able to climb walls and would also have to have the body of a superhero to be able to bend right back to get a good look at my nudeyness, but I continue to be paranoid about it happening.

Soundtrack: Stevie Wonder-Higher Ground