This is a short story to do with my sisters rista when i was about 11 yrs old and my brother was 12. The rista had arrived and the plan was for the guy, with a shaparone, to speak to my sister in our bedroom (which was big enough for a couple of armchairs along with usual bedrm furniture), for a bit, away from the adults.

Anyway, my brother and i wanted to 'spy' on them so we hid in each of the the wardrobes. In front of mine is where the rista was sitting. I was so busy trying to get comfortable inside the wardrobe that i didnt realise that i was moving it about. Now imagine, you go to check someone out for marriage and your confronted with a moving wardrobe! Well, the wardrobe almost toppled on top of the rista and was only pushed back by the shaparone. I camly walked out of the wardrobe without uttering a word. They carried on talking and then half way through, my brother got bored and walked out of the other wardrobe calmly. The strangest thing is that the rista didn't even bat an eyelid!!