Let’s be honest, for a couple, living in a two roomed apartment, it can be difficult at the best of times. Now add one 8 year old son to this company and other problems arise. One problem of course is the difficulty a couple, living in such circumstances, can experience when it comes to getting some, shall we say, “Intimate Time,” together.
Paddy and Mary believed they had their particular problem solved. They simply sent their young 8 year old son, Malcolm, out on the balcony to chew a Mars Bar, asking him to report loudly on all of the street activities he could observed below him.
One Sunday afternoon their biddable son, Malcolm, began his afternoon commentary from the first floor balcony, as his parents went about “putting their plans into operation.”
Malcolm began as usual with his loud commentary.
“There’s a car being towed away from the car park.” he shouted.
“An ambulance has just driven off taking old Mrs Walsh to hospital again.”
“Looks like the Pattersons are having visitors to tea.” he called out.
“I see Matthew Pollard is riding a new bike.”
“Looks like the Fitzgeralds are moving house.” he remarked
“There goes John Hassett past, on his skate board.” he continued.
There was silence for a moment and then Malcolm announced loudly, “The Ryans are having intimate time in their bedroom.”
Startled, his mum and dad shot up in bed. Dad cautiously called out, “How do you know that Malcolm?”
“Jimmy Ryan is standing out on his balcony chewing a Mars Bar.” replied Malcolm.