paying the "rent"

Yesterday we woke up to a door that didn't close. Because we all work in high powered, important jobs there was no way one of us could sit at home waiting for the handy man to come and fix it. So the house was wide open all morning. I was going to post about it but got scared that it would trigger a horde of BaWaWeCra readers coming to our house to use our ab-roller and try and find a "souvenir spaff rag" to call their own. After much to-ing and fro-ing with Lando a nice bloke came over last evening to fix it up for us.

Stepharoo answered the door. Within 5 seconds she had concocted some excuse to not have to stand there and talk to the poor guy. Something about "having buns in the oven" or suchlike. We are all getting good at this. The best is on rent day when Lando comes over. Now Lando is a good bloke, what with his chickens and wisecracks, but we are wary of letting him get too close and comfortable in BaWaWeCra (although without him, no house. Without the house, NO BAWAWECRA - imagine that!!). Everyone pretends not to hear the doorbell when it rings and when he comes in we try our best to keep the small talk to a minimum. Once he noticed we were watching Big Brother and he got all excited and started talking about one of the female housemates. Of course this set Wa and Ba off and before long everyone was writhing around on the couch, giggling like school girls, pinching each others nipples and rubbing clammy thighs. The horrible memory of that night persists to this day.