Sunday 8 March 2009


You know that scene early in Slumdog Millionaire where our hero jumps into the farting swamp of bubbling poo?

We were being walked through the allotments this morning and Dad stopped to chat to a couple of blokes. Seemed like a good opportunity to me to nip off and find a particularly rancid smear of fox poo in which to roll my chest (both sides), collar and rump (both sides).

Dad says he can remember clearly being bathed as a small boy in the kitchen sink, sitting on the draining board. You had to watch your back because behind you was the "Geyser" hot water generator thingy.

Meanwhile, all hail to the weather. It's hailing.

How we laughed.


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