Damn you gravity, damn you stright to hell!
My son used to have a cabin bed, you know the sort, not as high as a bunk bed but elevated and with loads of cupboards and things underneath. He contracted the statutory childhood vomiting bug but we were not alas aware of this until about midnight when we heard a cry of suprise, then what sounded like someone being slapped really hard with a fish. He had made a bold attempt to reach the toilet but had made it all of a yard then emptied all of the fluids from his body down the three large steps from his bed like a technicolour Niagara that continued to flow long after he had collapsed.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Mon 11 Jan 2010, 18:07, Reply)