I could make a lot of money with two willies, though, couldn't I, all those papers that would make a bee line to my door.
I will dangle the legs over the balcony doorstep next time the sun is out, Ann. No one will know they're mine then, although there's only Mike and I here and his legs are very hairy and have been seen in public. I think my neighbours would work out the dumpy little white things were mine.