Friday, March 9

swimming pool

Although I don't have permission to blog about the cellmate, I'm at liberty to tell you about Albert and co.

Albert was walking with his partner, and observing the houses along the way. People like Albert can take pleasure in houses, without wanting to own them. They came to the house in the photo.

Albert's partner: Oh look, they've got a rooftop swimming pool!

Albert: Oh really? So how deep would you say it is?

They just about doubled up laughing. You probably had to be there.


  1. Nothing like the shared language of relationships to have a good laugh.

    I tend to look at houses like that and try and figure out how long it would take me to paint it.

  2. Albert? I'm glad you survived having a good laugh. It must have been touch and go. Hotboy

  3. I say!

    I can't spot the diving board. Was it one of those infinity paddly pools, perhaps?

    MM III

  4. Nanners. I know! I saw a tiny house yesterday, probably just one room in it, and I thought how wonderful to have so little cleaning and painting!

    Hotters, reading between the lines I think you're asking me to send you the laughter yoga YouTube link.

    Mingers. Infinitely shallow, or maybe the water is all in the room below.