Big ones

I was walking down the road on my way to buy some pillows and stuff for my new bed, when a slightly tubby thirty-something builder man got out of his van and shouted to his slightly tubby builder-pal "Hey, tell her what you said earlier. Tell her what you said about breasts!"

I ignored him and walked ahead, looking like I wasn't at all bothered while secretly wondering what he had said about breasts, and what I should have said in response. I assure you, in my head, I was post-hilarious.

In the shop, I bought bedding and such, having discovered that double beds aren't double the size of single beds OR big enough for two people. Well I mean really.

On the way home, I turned the corner onto my street and once again encountered builder man, who, as he passed me, said in happy Welsh tones, "BIG ones."

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, 'Anna, how did you stop yourself from pouncing and making sweet sweet love to him right there on the pavement?'

I don't know, guys... I just don't know.