7.30pm: House family sits round the dinner table, joking about passing various objects to each other: "Can you roll me that tomato?" At one point husband "hovers" a banana over to tonight's dinner guest. Banana falls in wife's soup and soup falls out onto wife's clothing.
1.00am: Yours truly returns home after long drive, exhausted and ready for bed. Having borrowed friend's keys, dopeyhead hangs keys on noticeboard with thank-you note. Keys drop behind cabinet. Yours truly lies on stomach to reach under cabinet and feel for keys. Find keys... can't retrieve arms. Everyone else in bed, still can't pull out my arms. Tired. Minutes pass. Nearly decide to go to sleep in same position in hall way...
As the guilty husband in the banana incident, I ought to point out that all you needed to do was call, mate, and I'd have been down those stairs and with you in a shot, helping with the arms predicament. (Am I atoned for yet?...)
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ReplyDeleteha hah ha ha... that's beautiful...
ReplyDeleteso to end the cliff hanger (hozirontal one) how did you get free?
ReplyDeleteDarren.
now that i have been able to draw breathe having laughed till i cried me and helen want to know how u got out of it
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