A decent homecooked meal was much overdue, and so last weekend I demanded the presence of my favourite girlies, Irish, Blondie and Twinkle (who lives here so it wasn’t hard to convince her) over for a good old fashioned Sunday dinner.
Now, I’m a veggie as you know so whatever you’re imagining, replace it with fake Lincolnshire sausages and you got it. Yorkshire puddings from scratch though – credit where credit is due.
Anyhoo, chocolate brownie, cornish icecream and several bottles of wine later, we’re all still gathered around the dinner table, laughing at Twinkle’s unfortunate recent holiday experience with her parents – who would send her out for a run in the morning in the 40 degree Egyption sun so they could sneak in a quickie. Hilarious.
This somehow got onto the subject of naked houses. Did you grow up in a naked house? I certainly did not. In fact, just recently I was home visiting my folks and hanging out in their room one morning, drinking tea and chuckling merrily at Dick and Dom (you know you do it) and my father made me leave the room when he eventually got up because he’d slept in his t-shirt and boxers and therefore didn’t have any trousers on.
I also used to give him a heart attack if I had to leg it downstairs in the morning in my bra to grab my shirt from the dryer before school.
TWINKLE, however, will stand chatting away to her dad in her pants and think nothing of it. And sunbathed topless in Egypt (which I’m pretty sure is illegal or frowned upon or something) and so did her mum. Of course, it may have something to do with her meagre 32B’s being slightly less imposing than my ample bosom but still.
Blondie once visited a family friend with her parents, and as she was getting ready one morning she spied him (a man of at least 45) wandering past her room COMPLETELY STARKERS and when he saw that she’d seen him he stopped and WAVED.
Who ARE these people who wander around naked all the time? Surely we’re British – excessive flesh is not something we like to see on a day to day basis.
Sex education in my childhood was a horror story about my mum’s first period and a poorly illustrated book (it showed a couple doing it missionary style on a beach – on a beach??) and the first time I saw a penis that wasn’t a spray painted on the side of the tennis courts was when one was in my face.
I cannot tell you how much I hoped they all looked like that.
This is a subject that now intrigues me: naked house vs clothed house – what say you readers?
Fully clothed RitziCx
Ritzi, I did NOT grow up in a naked house but my former flatmate did. Not only did she like to wander round in just her undies, but it got weirder when visiting her folks. No lock on the bathroom door I tell you!! And why? Because one of her brothers used to quite enjoy going for a crap and talking to her whilst she was in the shower. Discuss!!
Yes! Twinkle says her Dad and brother come in to use the loo when she’s in the shower! I would DIE.
Where do we find these people? And what happens when a person raised in a naked house moves in with a normal person? Someone must conform!
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Haha! Such a funny post! My Dad used to walk around in his smalls when we were little (sometimes we took him a beer when he was in the bath too) so it was never an issue. He doesn’t do it now though thank God but I have no problem with being in my undies around people in my family…definitely wouldn’t show them nakedness though! xoxo
Pants I can kind of deal with – around my girlfriends. But my dad would have a heart attack bless him! x
haha my house was such a clothed house! just like yours. but I have best friends that walk around in their underwear around her dad and they have seen him naked to
I remember this one time I was at one of my Best friend’s house for lunch and we finished cleaning up the table her mom was like “oh is super hot in here, and she took her PANTS OFF! in the middle of the kitchen, the woman was in her panties.. it was so awkward for me!!
Awkward.com! I hope you’re American and referring to her trousers, or that would be REALLY uncomfortable! RCx
My house was clothed house but my older brother now goes on nudist holidays with his wife, her parents, her brothers and assorted others. I can think of nothing worse!
I remember at high school visiting a friend’s house for supper, her family all walked round naked and DIDN’T HAVE A BATHROOM DOOR.
*shudders*
We have discussed this on twitter – how much would you just NOT PEE AT HER HOUSE? Weird. RCx
I’m late to this post, but mine was a clothed house, apart from the odd time we’d catch dad scurrying across the landing in the middle of the night holding his bits on a return from a nocturnal loo visit. My ex brother-in-law did have a habit of waiting til someone was in the shower then shouting ‘close your eyes, I’m coming in!’ And my sister has turned into a naturist. Though even she was shocked when her husband had a perfectly normal conversation with his mum in the bedroom, whilst he was completely starkers. She phoned me immediately to ask, ‘is that normal?’, and I had to reply, ‘can’t say as it is.’ And toilet trauma – I once frequented a student house where the toilet had SALOON-STYLE DOORS :-O One can only wonder why they even bothered
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NAKED HOUSE all the way!
One example:
When I was 15 I was on holiday with my family – camping – my sister and I in our own tents and my parents in the caravan.
I had a nightmare in the small hours of the morning and woke up screaming.
Before I knew it, my dad had jumped like wild man from the caravan, thinking I was being attacked and run over to my tent – completely bollock-naked!
I dare say that if I HAD been under attack, my assailant would have beaten a hasty retreat faced with a bearded naked man running at him!