To get out of bed, nip out to the back lawn in your dungarees, have a quick tinkle, and scuttle back under the covers, only to realise you've now got lawn clippings at the bottom of the bed and a damp spot on your jocks.
BT lay alone and morose with nothing to soothe his pain but memories of happier days and the residue of a Tour of Dural.
by Bullet (Le) May 20, 2014