Who took my photo without permission?

I gave the handy man permission to come in the house while I was out, the owner wanted the perfectly good bathroom basin replaced. You know, instead of the actual work that needs doing. I love renting. Anyway, I just came back and he was still here, but me being me needed to pee RIGHT NOW. The bathroom adjoins the toilet. I should be thankful they aren’t in the same room, that could have gotten weird.

It was bad enough he heard me pee. I really hope he wasn’t one of those freaky guys who gets off on that.

I came out to the kitchen to wash my hands, but the water was off. No biggie, I have a separate under-sink tank of filtered water, I used that tap instead, but he didn’t know that. It seemed I left my hands cootified. Then I put on some music. Yes, I too want to ride my bicycle with Queen, and did a little jig accordingly, while waiting for the kettle to boil.

Handyman comes out to say by the way the water is off. Um yes. I know. Thank you. He caught me dancing.

Never mind. Can’t shame myself much more, and he’s a stranger who will leave soon. Cook my toast, and sit down, singing along to Train’s Hey Soul Sister. He comes out to turn the water back on. He caught me singing.

Meh. I am obviously an exhibitionist urinator who likes to eat germs and perform impromptu pop concerts.

My SIL wants to know if he was hot. Or ‘hawt’. It would seem she’s trying to live vicariously through me – bit of a fail there!

Tell me how you’ve shamed yourself in front of a stranger…you know you have.