There was also continued rude and irreverent comment about the appointment of Dennis Howell as ‘Minister for Drought’ to supervise the water ratio...ing. There were rumours that he had been asked to take part in a rain dance on behalf of the nation – though at that stage of the drought, the consensus was that anything was worth trying. Julie and I had certainly taken his advice to ‘share a bath to save water’ to heart.(Poor Dennis Howell got a lot of stick. A likeable Brummie, his family had. I smile shyly and she reaches out her hand. I walk over and clasp it, sitting on the bed smiling at each other, not knowing quite what to say.“How are you feeling?” I ask not knowing whether it is nervousness or concern I am trying to hide in my voice. I fail at both.“Much better thank you,” she says reassuringly. “Look, just one small bandage.” She positions her neck to reveal a small square of white fabric.My fingers reach out to trace the material, and we both jump slightly as I make. I started cleaning up the bonus room over the garage. Now Iknow why you always told me not to worry about it, that you would getit done."My mouth went dry and I could not get a word out. Peggy said, "The catget your tongue?" Yeah, better than she knew. "Well my pretty boy. Whatare you wearing now?" I started to stammer, "My business suit ofcourse." Peggy came back, "The one with black slit skirt that showsyour stocking tops or is it the one with the beautifully flowing,pleated skirt?" Oh gosh. She lived with a flatmate named Sarah who's favourite pastime was fucking her lover noisily all night. Usually Claire could block this out but lately she'd been getting really turned on by the sound of them, and as they were very loud there had been mornings before when she'd been woken up and made herself come listening to Sarahs moans and screams. In fact there had been a few times where she'd made herself come by just thinking of Sarah, of wishing she could tell her how beautiful she was.