Good Evening Ladies,



I will forego the usual picture this evening for reasons which will become apparent later.



William went off on holiday with the sprogs to Cyprus last week - he arrived home the day before yesterday hungover to the back teeth and exhausted from racing around in speed boats, sunning himself and sampling the local brews.



As usual, I had been left holding the baby - i.e. looking after Roddit and Run. No disasters this time, the van is unscathed and as far as I am aware..no parking tickets.



However, I digress.....



Yesterday morning there was a ring on the doorbell as William and his mate Martin showed up to collect the Roddit and Run phone and paperwork. The male I share living space with answered the door as I was upstairs and I could distinctly hear chortles of suppressed glee coming from the hallway, the rustling of a plastic bag and the words 'this should wind her up' drifted up to my ears.



Now, I am a reasonable woman and was expecting a nice little gift from my dear brother for minding the shop for a week - a bottle of my favourite perfume perhaps? maybe a trinket?



William thrust a plastic bag into my hands, which obviously contained a bottle of ouzo. I swallowed my disappointment and thanked him nicely. The three men sat there sniggering and eventually William asked me if I would care to open the box. So I rashly did so. And what did I find?



A bottle of ouzo shaped like a satyr in a state of priapic excitement!!



The males fell around in merriment as I blinked at this creature with the huge whanger. Martin said 'he's looking proud there with his hands on his hips, isn't he?'



Retaliation was called for.



Now Martin is a portly gentleman (as is the male I share living space with and William is developing a bit of a belly too). I turned the bottle to show Martin the satyr in profile and said ' I think you would be proud too if yours stuck out like that, wouldn't you?'



As the other two fell around laughing at Martin's expense, I added that as none of them have been able to see their male parts in quite some time, they probably wouldnt be able to make a comparison.



SILENCE



The satyr was returned to his box and has remained there ever since. The conversation moved onto more conventional subjects such as the weather.



I have come to the conclusion that William just isn't terribly good at presents.











Portia