doris floated past me in a negligee manufactured from the remains of a marquee mosquito net, saturated in perfume that last saw the light of day as a mothball reject... and she had the cheek to give me her 'come to bed' look.
that's the one that involves closing her eyes, yawning, and scratching her bum with her toothbrush.

as you can imagine, i fairly ran up the stairs.
to get my hat and coat.