The Sex

My doorbell's ringing but it's going to have to keep ringing.I am not about to emerge out of my cat-invaded quilt. It would give them a fright and after all the campaigning that's been going on about being kind to animals, I do my bit too. I am also not opening the door because I know who it's going to be, the pesky neighbour who is taking days, no months, to paint his door. I don't care. I'm staying put, totally. Had a good day today, but I keep thinking and re-thinking about sex. The sex. Not the kind of thinking which men think about according to statistics. But still it's about full blown sex, and yet not the kind of full blown sex statistics talk about. It will always be a mystery but is seems that power of some sort will always be an aphrodisiac. It's as old as the hills. Take a 'powerful' man, and women start behaving like cats on heat. Terribly lame. But very entertaining if you keep your mouth shut and try to become as small as a fly on the wall. One would think we're still in Stone age, because not even my cat waltzed so hard as to provoke my other cat in having sex. And that probably is the reason why Stemtil and Panadol will continue to make millions. All that waltzing must take its toll on the head. And that, in turn, is why shrinks will always be a household staple.... will be back.