Three Men and A Dressing Gown

I got to thinking that it's almost a year since my last birthday. The time has just flown and I now realise that I'm getting older because I'm saying things like the time has flown! My mother told me that would happen, I never believed her - now I sound just like her.

Anyway, it made me think about my last birthday and what an interesting night it turned out to be. The man in my life had planned a surprise party, invited my friends and family to a celebration at a lovely restaurant. Some of our friends had travelled up from the south and our neighbour and friend had offered to put them up in his house as we didn't have enough room. Our neighbour was a lovely man, he was a good friend of ours and of course he'd been invited to join in the celebrations. He wasn't able to make it as he'd made plans to go out with a lady he'd recently starting dating. These opportnities didn't come around very often, he was a really shy man, female company tended to unnerve him so we were pleased that he was out having fun. Alas later in the evening we heard that his date had gone wrong and he had decided to stay for drinks at his local pub. This generated some sympathy from my female friends as we all felt he never had any luck where women were concerned.
A group of us arrived at our home after our night out, some of our friends were staying with us, some with our neighbour (who'd very kindly given them a key so they could go over when they were ready). We weren't quite ready for bed though and the night looked to be a long one so our friends who were staying at our neighbours house wanted to change their shoes and get out of their fancy clothes into something more comfortable. We rang our neighbour to see if he was home before our friends let themselves into his house but had got no reply so they decided he must be out and it would be fine to use the key. My other half and two of his friends trundled over there but found that the door was double locked from the inside, thinking this was strange they began calling his mobile phone, they could hear the ring tone from inside the house but still there was no reply from their rather loud knocking. At our house we could hear the commotion but shortly after we heard his door open, and presumed all was well. A few minutes later the three men walked back into our house, ashen faced and suprisingly quiet considering their rowdiness only minutes before. The rest of us were asking questions by now, assuming that something awful was wrong. I can't describe how disturbed these three big burly men looked, they all seemed to be in shock. Finally after much interrogation the story began to unfold. They'd hammered on his door concerned for his safety (why do men suddenly turn into drama queens after a few drinks?) and eventually they'd heard our neighbour running down the stairs. He didn't open the door but instead informed them from behind it that he was busy, he couldn't speak to them right now. They'd insisted he open the door as they were worried something was wrong (if it had been a bunch of women they'd have taken the hint and gone home). Reluctantly he'd opened the door, roaring drunk and naked apart from a pink silky dressing gown which he'd attempted to wrap round himself but was clearly too small and didn't meet in the middle. The parts of his body he'd so gallantly tried to cover where the exact parts he was exposing. Speechless, the three men looked at each other, looked at him, one of them asked him what he was doing and had he forgotten that he had guests that evening. Our shy, timid neighbour brazenly told them that he had pulled and could they come back later. With that he'd flounced back up the stairs, exposing his backside as he went and shouting over his shoulder to shut the door behind them. By the time the tale had been told, we were all roaring laughing, it was like a scene from a carry on film. The best of it was half an hour later he knocked on our door, acting like nothing had happened, with his conquest trailing behind him (looking dishevelled with a definite case of bed head) and asking if we minded if they joined us for drinks! The tale does go on but I think I'll have to save it for Three Men and A Dressing Gown Part 2!