The joy of washing up
Only thing that really sticks in my mind about the 80's was the stunning female in the flat across from us that used to meticulously slowly undress by the window looking in a full length mirror that also reflected the kitchen window of the flat I shared.
I tried not to notice or even be by the window at that time but when you are doing the dishes it's easy to get distracted.
About the third time I spotted the vision she said something to her nasty looking body builder boyfriend (drove a Ford Granada cut-down pick up truck), pointed up to our window, I had a few moments of deep introspection then hoped I might see the 90's, some things tend to linger in the memory.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
