Perfume…

I went training this morning and I met my Other Woman Who Likes Other Women (as opposed to my Other Woman).

I’ve been pals with my OWWLOW for a few years now and, apart from being a really impressive martial artist, she’s quite saucy and flirtatious so I often tend to give sauce and flirtation back.

I noticed, however, she was wearing a really fabulous perfume so I asked her what it was, she told me and when invited I ventured in for another sniff.

We then begin training and at the end of the class my OWWLOT grabbed a few of us and had a chat about a fund we’ve started at the hapkido school to replace old mats and suggested a way we could raise some extra cash for it.

Hers was an eminently sensible idea about collecting loose change. Then I happened to mention my suggestion:

‘I was hoping we could do a sponsored sniff of you…’

She laughed but other people who were not party to the earlier exchange simply stared. They may now think I’m a bit odd. Suggesting smelling people is probably not very normal.

So it’s a good job I didn’t also tell them I’m currently trying to find the grave of a dead Victorian prostitute who specialised in flagellation…