My Dad fell asleep on a lilo...
drifted out to sea in Cyprus. Before I was born, they did two tours in Cyprus. Mum realised what was happening and swam out to get him. on the way back they realised they had no energy left and were about to fall into the soft embrace of the sea.. Mum held Dad's hand and they sank to the sea bed then pushed off with their feet at an angle, ending up a little bit nearer the shore than they had been. Rinse and repeat, ad nauseam, until they could touch bottom.
Now that is love. And fucking lucky. Mum said they were so tired they couldn't stand or hardly see when they got out of the water.
Given that I wasn't even a twinkle in my Dad's nutsack in 1967, that was a pretty narrow escape for me, too.
( Sallyrsm, Thu 19 Aug 2010, 22:34, Reply)