There has, naturally enough, been a lot of interest in the Perseids this week (a meteor shower that happens at around this time every year, but is particularly good this year).
Like many others, I am sure, Sappho and I went out into the back garden on Thursday night to take in the view.
Now work has meant that we haven't seen that much of each other lately, so this was also a rare moment when we had some together and could, as it were, catch up on things.
There we were, under the stars, glass of wine in hand, trying to have a quiet moment when, unmistakably, we heard certain sounds from the next garden but one. Sort of rhythmic squeaks and moans.
There was no doubt that our near neighbours were making love under the stars. How romantic. Except that Sappho had a fit of the giggles and the more I tried to keep up normal conversation, the worse she became.
Eventually, we heard footsteps retreating indoors and the unmistakable sound of a door closing and being locked. Then we felt bad because we had obviously just ruined somebody's romantic moment under the stars.
So, does anyone else have a romantic story of a sexy encounter under the stars - preferably shooting ones? Are we right to feel bad, or do we have a perfect right to sit in our own garden without worrying about whose sex life we might be interfering with?
Sex God
