I have an even better idea!

It occurred to me when I was in the shower this morning. I leapt out and bumped into David on the landing.
'I've had a marvellous idea!' I said.
He has an unfortunate tendency to groan when I say things like that but this time he just grunted and hurried on down the stairs. I followed him.
'Don't you want to know what it is?' I asked as he opened the front door. 'What are you doing? Are you leaving me?'
'I wouldn't,' said the postman, looking me up and down and grinning as he handed a parcel to David.
'Oh. Um, thank you.'

It was quite a compliment actually considering I was dripping wet, in a skimpy towel, and rather fetching flowery shower cap. Come to think of it it was probably the skimpiness of said towel rather than my innate gorgeousness that did it. 

How many towels can children use at any one time? Have they not heard of leaving towels to dry in between use? And why do they use my best towels? Not to mention global warming and the environment crisis.

David had closed the door, and taken his parcel into the kitchen while I pondered these things. I shook myself and followed myself. 
'Why did you let me do that?'
'Do what?' he asked.
'Expose myself to the postman.'
'Oh that,' he said as if it were an everyday occurrence. 'I assumed you'd heard the knock on the door. Do you want coffee?' He glanced at me. 'Or do you want to get dressed first?'

I stomped back up the stairs. He can wait to hear about my brilliant idea if that's his attitude.