Another hot day driving my car. Then home to my hot house. The cooling sea breeze had just reached my place, so I could open the windows to let nature assist the aircon.
The house smelt stale, more reason to open the large bedroom window which awkwardly faced the house next door. Sure, the fence between us stood high enough that the neighbours could not see inside mine, and I could not see them. But we heard everything in there, the shouts, the arguments, the grunts, other audible bodily functions. Also when they clanged things around. And no doubt -- although they were both old and somewhat deaf -- they could hear what went on in our bedroom too. I'll bet that even if they were mostly deaf, they could clearly hear our bedroom adventures.
So I opened the bedroom window and whoa, a smell wafted straight in. And what a smell! I first thought they were preparing fish. But then I recalled the juvenile japes my mates shared back when, hilarities about the likely smell of our female friends. We would know if we had the chance to turn them on. If they let us. The smell was pleasant, something about it. I was older now.
And I wondered, was I smelling old Matilda from next door? Come on, I was grown up enough to know that older couples still had sex. For all I knew, the pair next door tore off their clothes three times a day and went at it full steam ahead, all engines firing. But could I smell them from across the fence?
