Not quite in the bedroom
but in the hotel corridor outside as we arrived tired, sweaty and grumpy after a long journey. Young Master 5 asks if he can use the keycard to open the door. 'Sure, why not?' we said. 'Because I will drop the feckin thing on to my foot and kick it with impeccable precision for a six year old under the door and then you will need to trudge downstairs to the reception and explain in your broken and pathetic attempts at 'foreign' what has happened to the original before coming all the way back up here whilst we stand in a hotel corridor looking like muppets' was not what he said, unfortunately.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 16:42, 2 replies)

Hahaha!

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 20:21, closed)

^this^

( Evil Bastardo, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 14:08, closed)