Sprung

This was the actual bed I slept in at the hostel, the bottom bunk - I much prefer others to get on top

I shall blog more about my time there as time goes on.  Why have I titled this entry 'Sprung' I hear you asking or maybe you're not, perhaps you don't give a damn

This afternoon myself and The Onion felt those all too familiar stirrings and went for it in her old room, the fact her Pater was in the next room didn't help and when she fell headlong down the side of the bed and I had to rescue her pants and jeans around my ankles, we knew we had to get out of there and someplace else safer, fast.

So we repaired to our own room at this place and really got stuck in (hey hey hey!) and we were just getting round to, well you know, when there was a knock at the door.  We panicked at first then we managed to get our shit together, I went to the front door and Kim got dressed while I let the two telephone engineers in.  The fact our watches were on the kitchen table and the door to our room was firmly shut as they wanted to go in there to check for our as yet non-existent phone line, didn't help matters at all.  They KNEW.  I knew and then when Kim came out, she knew they knew too.  It was funny though. 

Still, they found the phone line and we have both a telephone and internet access, so it's all good and Kim says I rub my hands together like Mr Burns from The Simpsons

tags: sex  internet  phone  hostel  love  kim  jon  

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