I have another tale to relate from the Lovechild archives, and no I don't make things up, although sometimes we all embelish a little.
Due to the War Against Terrorism, I had been away for Christmas, New Year, Wedding Anniversary, Valentines Day & Easter.
Somewhere in the middle of that, I did have 5 days at home. Mrs Lovechild decided to cook me my favorite meal.
Fillet Steak au Roquefort avec mushrooms and chips.
Anyway, after I had devoured the feast, we snuggled up on the sofa to watch a tribute to the late Spike Milligan. In one sketch, Spike was dressed as the large lady in the Wagner operas, the one with the big chests and the Viking helmet (Brunhilda?) His mate was doing a bit of a tenor rendition & Spike was doing the harmony in raspberries.
I laughed so much I had a coughing fit and threw up my dinner on the lounge carpet.
"Welcome home, dear" she said