My wife and I decided to fill in a Sunday looking at display homes and pinching ideas, we get to this nice brick one that is not open but wife is determined to look inside so over to the window up on tippy toes and face har against window, next thin I know she's racin round the front yard boob tube round waist and belting her self I think she's finally done it she's flipped the lid. I run after her and find out wasps had a nest under the sill and seven got her on the boobs, I didn't know if she wanted me to kiss em better rub em or keep my distance I chose the latter and with great difficulty kept a smile off the face, the other blokes that were there didn't and there women folk assisted as best they cauld.
On the way home I commented that she had always wanted a slightly larger size and now she's got it with no doctor bills.
Well that was about thirty years ago and on estimation I think I'll be out of the proverbial in about another ten.
Cheers Arch.