Dear diary 3 Part 1
Part 1
Dear Diary 3 Monday Another week starts. Why does the weekend flash by so quickly? Nice suny day today… hate the idea of sitting around in the office. Must find a reason for going out and visiting some customers. Had a look at who wants what and found several customers who are in need of a site visit, so I decided to book myself out for the day. I could have asked someone to go out for me, but why should others get the fun of being out in the sunshine. Anyway, sometimes people want to discuss problems with the Manager and at least I can take decisions whereas junior staff would have to keep phoning me anyway! Not made any firm appointments; just got a list of adresses to go and check out. Who shall I see first? Decided to take the one furthest away and work my way back to the office. Drove for about 40 minutes; found the house and rang the bell. The door was answered by a lady in her late thirties or early forties; she was about medium height, chestnut coloured hair, brown eyes and was what is usually termed as being on the large side. Large in every sense that is. My eyes were immediately and rather obviously drawn to her breasts because the top she was wearing didn’t leave a lot to the imagination! Curiuosly, because this seemed unusual at the time, she was wearing a shortish skirt which showed off her legs and the lower part of her thighs (sheathed in tan nylon) quite well. She wasn’t what anyone would call slim or even slightly overweight. She had what could only be described as a ‘big belly’ and when she turned round to lead the way into the house I could see that she had a ‘big arse’ as well. It was obvious that she had expected me to be someone she could deal with on the doorstep and then ‘get rid of’ because when we got into the lounge it was obvious that she was not expecting visitors. Her laptop was online and placed down on the end of the sofa on which she had obviously been lying when she had been disturbed by the doorbell! She tried to conceal the site she had been surfing on but not before I caught a glimpse of a photo of a couple who were obviously not engaged in flower arranging…. unless they had discovered a very novel receptacle for the stems!