Then something happens to turn your day around?
That was us a few days ago. Honestly, it was like a scene from a Carry On film.
On Monday we were enjoying the long Bank Holiday weekend. We'd been out and about a bit and after a day of rain on the Sunday the weather was warm and sunny. Life was good.
I'd already planned to cook a roast chicken for dinner. Matt was in charge of the kids in the front room after I'd fed Tiny Ched and left him to be winded by his daddy.
I had returned to the kitchen to turn the roast potatoes over. Above the noise of the oven being open and the spitting of fat I became vaguely aware of shrieks and hollers from the lounge. As I returned I was met by Matt and TC in the hall both covered in breast milk.
"He's been sick" Matt said looking slightly suspicious like I'd given TC a good shake before I'd passed him over to be winded.
No shit Sherlock!
Just then TC unleashed a second wave of chunder which drenched Matt and his slippers and made a spectacular splash on the laminate floor in the hall.
Just then Mini Cheddar appeared, who, I have to say, has THE worst gag reflex EVER!
She laid eyes on the vomit and immediately puked on the lounge carpet just inches from the 'wipe clean' laminate of the hall.
Yup, it was like Carry On Puking!
Then, freaked out and ashamed at the fact she'd also chundered, MC decides to make a run through to the kitchen to escape the carnage.
She slips on said puke.
She falls and smacks her head on the laminate.
Cue screams and tears.
Incidentally MC and TC both cried too.
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| Barbara Windsor and Kenneth Williams |
