In the doghouse
In my youth (ok so about six months ago) I stumbled home drunk and discovered that I was (for about the tenth time in as many nights out) without my key. My dear family, highly unimpressed by the frequent interruptions to their sleep all decided to ignore me as they had left the back door open. In my drunkenness I failed to think of this and made an alternative plan. I went into the back garden to the shed where the 9 strong litter of springer spaniels (8 weeks old and hyper) were housed. I curled up on a patch of wood not covered with puppy urine and awoke the next morning with my sister standing over on me with a look of disgust like I've never seen before nor will ever see again.
(Stephington I used to be nostalgic...back in the good old days, Sat 30 Dec 2006, 21:53, Reply)