Stroking the Pussy-

Tis a curious thing when you do the vertical limbo to get into your shower cubicle, that was obviously designed for skinny bitches who don't eat cake, and then when you get in there you find that someone has placed a bottle of Chorsodyl (mouth wash). Since Mines Mr Husband and I are the only two peoples who live in this house to my knowledge I assume naturally he has taken it into the shower with him for reasons only known to him. Now I do watch that GP surgery thing and recently I see a man with a skin complaint because he sits stroking a pussy all day long and his own remedy consisted of applying listerine mouth wash. So when I found the Chorsodyl I thought maybe MMH has been stroking a pussy for long periods of time (without my knowledge for we are not allowed pets in this house, not even a budgie in a cage or fish in a bowl- however, I do have two cod in a box and a half a chicken in the freezer which I am saying nowt about) and maybe I thought he had developed a skin complaint. Ye do miss things when ye have separate beds. Also there is a little ginger pussy often out on our doorstep. Not that I got anything against ginger you understand. It be very nice in a stir fry. All day yesterday I was curious and tried, whilst holding the rotary thingymajig with the clothes on in place, timing farting with the wind to push the rotary thingymajig back the other way, blogging, singing to the neighbours and curtain shopping, to remember to ask MMH when he got home about this curious habit. When he got home I promptly forgot. Sods Law. Then as we were going to bed I remembered. 'Mines Mr Husband please can you satisfy my curiosity and tell me why you have taken the Chorsodyl to the shower with you?'  He replied ' Well there be no-one more curious than you my little fruit cake'. (I reminded him of my little sisters- the one with the issues and day confusion and the other one, the psychotic stressy one with all the kids and the camel toe- they are more curious than I). So he continued 'I was hoping ye would tell me fruitcake'. To be fair he puzzled me a while. 'If I could tell ye why ye took the old Chorsodyl to the shower I wouldn't be needing to be askin ye now would I? Have ye been stroking strange pussies and developed a skin condition?' - He laughed and do ye know what he said? No? I tell ye- He said ' No, fruitcake. I was hoping you would tell me why YOU took the chorsodyl to the shower'.  Well we are both puzzled now because I certainly don't remember doing that. And I most certainly haven't been stroking strange pussies. He thinks it maybe the dementia. True I am sure he must have it he mentions it so often. Or maybe, just maybe there be a stranger living here that we haven't yet found. Is this why we have been told not to enter ye olde loft??? Spooky as mines littlest sister (the psychotic stressy one with all the kids and the camel toe-) would say. Spooky indeed.