We Lead Very Different Lives, Don't We?

Last night I was having a catch up drink with a friend who I shall call Dave, for that is his name, and I was telling him about everything that's been going on of late.

"...So if she is staying in the care home permanently then I have to decided what to do with the house. I can either sell it as is or stay on for a few months and try to do it up some, the last time it was properly decorated was in nineteen seventy whatever. Either way, after that I guess it'll be back to the parent's place."

"Isn't that going to be weird, you know, for sex?"

"--I --I --What?"

"I mean for having women back, if you're living with your mum?"

"Dude, I've been living with a ninety three year old dementia sufferer. How many booty calls do you think I've been getting?"

Which was roughly the point where I remembered why this had been one of the first of my RL friendships to slide when life got insane. Still, you have to admire his optimism.