5 am one sunny saturday morning
I was woken by a knock at the front door, which I ignored (as you would) but the visitor was quite persistent, so I got up and answered it.
Stood at the door was Ski, an acquaintance to me but a good friend of my house mates, who was looking worse for wear. He was muddy, wet and had torn his jeans.
He told me how he had sneaked out of his parents' house to by cigarettes after a drunken night out, heading to the nearest 24hour Tesco. On route he realised he had forgotten his keys and decided that as we lived near by he would call in and crash on our sofa, so he was pleased to see I that I had answered the door.
He went on to explain that after he had purchased his cigarettes he had decided to take a short cut and become tangled in barbed wire and had to wade through a river to get to our house. Clearly quite an ordeal and had taken much time and effort.
I was confused by this as Tesco was just half a mile away and there was a main road between there and where he now stood. Christ knows how he could have gotten lost.
( Holly Would long wheel based tranny, Thu 30 Jun 2011, 12:50, Reply)