The engineer sat on the kitchen worktop drinking his tea.
Every year, he comes to give the boiler its annual check-up and we chew the fat of martial arts, body building and general fitness.
We are of a certain age and we know the value of a good work-out to keep the body in great shape.
But, as we age, we also have to take into account that a good work-out can mean something less than we are used to.
I expounded the joy that has been my discovery of yoga and he countered with his experience that it made his muscles less defined.
I could agree with him on that one because, whilst the definition of the muscles remains, it is not so striking. They are not so ‘pumped’.
I bemoaned the loss of my own steel buns as an example.
I watched his eyes flicker away from their casual appraisal of my derriere.
‘Not that I was looking… but you do have a great bum’
The old me would have shuffled awkwardly from one foot to another but Joanna Cake just smiled and gave it a little wiggle.
Because, yoga or no yoga, as great bums go, mine is pretty spectacular.
An engineer, you say? Did he have an impressive tool belt? I’m surprised he didn’t ask if he could pat your bum. There’s no harm asking, is there?
No tool belt, Mr B, but he did have some fabulous biceps :) And how would one of your females react if a tradesman patted them on the behind, whether admiringly or not? ;P
So next HNT why dont you show us that great bum!
LOL, Owl! Have I not paraded my posterior enough on HNT? If you look at the ‘Most Popular Cake’ section of the sidebar, most of those appear to be relevant to your query ;P
Agreed! You do have the most delectable derrière.