What a bizarre evening.
I was feeling a bit woogy after all the stupid tests and blood-taking yesterday, so Foo and I decided to go have a huge steak dinner to fill me up again.
Then, because I was antsy about not going to the gym, we went and did a lake walk instead.
^ NB: 'around' the lake, not 'on' it. Although, I am that good you know.
Foo does the lake walk a lot. If he's out of the house and I ring him in the evenings, chances are I will hear him clomping and huffing into the phone as he trumps along. I always ask him if he's met any nice girls, but alas they've all had something wrong with them. Weird nostrils, or somewhat.
(He's fussy.)
Last night however we did the full length of Commonwealth Park and up past the King's Avenue bridge around to the Boathouse. And then back.
And on the way back we saw two strange figures on a park bench.
Now you often see couples canoodling in the park late at night - nothing new there. This, however, was a whole new level of canoodling.
In the brightly lit area just next to Stage 88, about 6 or 7 metres from the main walking path, what I thought was a guy wearing pale coloured chinos turned out to be a man with a pale coloured bare arse and his strides around his ankles. His naked companion, reclining on the park bench, was keeping his hand warm for him (if you know what I mean) while she was extended the same courtesy with her hand cupped between his legs.
No shame, no hesitation - they didn't even flinch or look up when we scurried past giggling and gasping, scant metres from their bobbing nekkid booties.
They were seriously going for gold.
Now neither of us are what you would call prudish, but we have our limits. The fact that this couple were in such a well-walked and well-lit area leaves no hesitation in my mind that they were actively trying to be seen.
Dear me, well I never, etc etc.
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The second fun thing occurred while driving home, just past the Defence College in Weston.
As Foo was sleekly tearing up the road I caught a glimpse of a pale blob moving on the side of the road.
My first thought was "Oh not ANOTHER naked arse", which quickly changed to "Dear me! That seems to be a large hopping marsupial on a direct collision course with our vee-hickle!".
What came out of my mouth was:
"ROOOROROOROOROOROOROORROOROOOROOOROOROO!!!"
Thankfully Foo managed to interpret my manic basset hound impression properly and engaged the ABSs with a screeching jolt.
The stupid animal in question took one look at the car coming towards it, froze, and then flopped on its side in our direct path.
We didn't even hit it! It took a dive!
It wasn't dissimilar to the obstructive flopping-in-your-path that Feargal does when she wants a belly rub.
(Behaviour which greatly alarmed a house guest, until I told him that
he simply has to give in and rub the damn belly, at which point she'll
stop harassing you and you won't end up with a broken toe)
So either Feargal's been teaching the local wildlife tricks, or it slipped on a banana peel. Either way, it looked really really stupid.
Roo got up, looked around, and scurried away over the roundabout. Foo thanked me for my insane Scooby-Doo impression, and out of gratitude granted me a single point-out-a-parking-spot-in-car-park privilege, which is something that normally drives him
utterly bugshit.
(He was also somewhat edgy when we got home, and wanted to head back to the park with a camera. He claims it was merely to provide me with an accurate record for my blog so people wouldn't think I was fibbing, but I wonder...)
