Last Night

Marilyn and I went out for an Italian meal last night and then onto the cinema to see Australia. The film was almost 3 hours long and something I ate slowly caused the bag to fully inflate. I just made it back to the car but couldn’t drive as I couldn’t sit upright. So there I was with the seat half reclined and my trousers completely undone when, you guessed it, we were stopped by the police. A motorbike policeman came to my window and said we had been followed by an unmarked car who thought Marilyn was drunk. He took one long very suspicious look at me lying there, trousers gaping with this very swollen appendage! We explained the problem and that Marilyn had to drive my car in high heels. He was most sympathetic and said we better be on our way before it explodes. We are now claiming the most original excuse to avoid a breathalyser.

Come the reversal in 11 days time I think I will keep one of the leftover bags in the car, fully inflated, ready to stick on in case we are stopped again.

After the success on the “last poo” photo I was thinking about a “first poo” photo but have decided to savour the moment and keep this private with just the immediate family in attendance.

Much love,
Jon ; x