Going back in time I remember this incident that happened in 1943. Rationing was at its peak and even water was scarce.
It was double British summer time so it was still fairly light to see my way home.
I was 13 at the time and had been to the pictures with my mates. It was a once a week treat that we had together on a Saturday night.
The town was packed with Yanks all waiting for the time to start the D-Day onset although that did not come until the following year.
Anyway I was walking home to the little cottage that my mother had managed to rent and a couple were standing under a window next door to where I lived. The couple were making some rare noises, at least she was.
She was moaning and I thought there was something wrong with her.
Thinking about it many years later I wondered if they were in the throes of having sex.
I was as green as grass where anything like that was concerned. I still thought babies were found under gooseberry bushes.
Things like that were NOT discussed in my home.
Gawd knows what they were doing but whatever it was it was quite rowdy and for saying it was still light I thought it was peculiar to be standing where they were.
However as I said I was completely naive where sexual matters were concerned.
Youngsters in my era were not taught anything like that at school. Unlike the chidren of today who know all the answers.
Suddenly the bedroom window flew up and an old man poked his head out saying “B****r off will you so that I can get some sleep its gone 10oclock and time you were gone.”
He shut the window and by this time I was half way down the street. I might add here that I was going slow because I was curious as to what was making her moan so much because she had started again after a few giggles.
Once again the window came up and a chamberpot came out of it which was tipped all over the couple.
The much surprised dripping wet young chap said “What the hell do you think you are doing you old sod? You have wet us through and water is supposed to be scarce. I am going to report you to the police for wasting water ” While he was ranting at the old boy the girl was saying that her hairdo was ruined and so was her dress and coat and she started to cry.
The old man shouted “ Its no good going to the police because that wasn’t clean water I threw over you it was my piddlepot. They cant have me up for using my own pee, now clear off."
Their lovemaking had come to an abrupt end and their passion had been quenched and drenched.
It was only when I got up to them I could smell the urine shower that they had chucked over them.
I never did find out what he was doing to make her moan so loudly.
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