So this morning, over breakfast, the debate in our house was whether the trip to the Dr’s would result in him sticking his finger up my arse? After doing some internet research (always dangerous) I bet he would.
People, I have to tell you, I never felt so good about losing a bet.
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What are you talking about? have you gone mad? how many fingers am I holding up? (two, if you must know
I thought you were going off to the Congo for a moment…
You have also made me visualise your arse.
I am not thankful.