With this self-isolation, I have to admit I haven’t been too fussy about wearing too many clothes in going about doing chores in the house. The only visitors to our front door is a young lady called Carol who fetches supplies from the local shop and drops them on the doorstep. It was a particularly cold day last week when doing the washing up in the kitchen I heard the front door-bell. Without thinking, and with wet hands, I rushed to the door. There, our ever faithful Carol was standing with open mouth and smiling at my naked body showing out of the open dressing gown. Too late to correct the situation I boldly opened the dressing gown further. It was then I began to get an erection. “How I wish my husband had one that big, we could have lots of fun! She was still laughing when she turned and walked away from the house. I never did discover what that particular visit was for!