On Wednesday night, our neighbours gave us a stick.
Not just any stick.
(As you can see, we still have to hang our pictures after painting the walls. I got this one in Moscow, boast boast.)
It’s 2.3m long.
You’re probably wondering why they gave this great stick to us. I know if I had a stick this great (actually, I do have a stick this great), I’d be reluctant to give it away. They had been arguing over who owned the stick. The Happy Imbiber found it, but soon discarded it. The Lady of the Colours picked it up because, frankly, it’s not often you find a stick this good in the city. The Happy Imbiber then said it was still his stick, because he found it, and even though he had thrown it away.
This is where ManFriend and I come in. We heard them in the stairwell, and I stuck my head out the door to wolf whistle and check he had pants on. There had been an incident earlier in the day, involving a present of a rockmelon at the front door and when I went upstairs to say thanks, their door was wide open. I don’t know who blushed the most.
Anyway, to solve the problem of who owned the stick, the Lady of the Colours gave it to us. The Happy Imbiber was much confused, but everyone agreed it was the right thing to do.
So, what should we do with it?
Update 15 November: We’ve attracted another stick (insect). This one is 30cm long:
If there’s weird stick-stick sex later, I’ll let you know.