And the saga ends...or does it?
The
Boxers Rebellion
It was almost that time. We checked the
doorbell worked—it did—and low and behold, at twenty-eight minutes past the
hour, the bell rang.
We opened the door to a suitcase sitting
on the path looking annoyed, and well frankly, dirty and in need of a wash.
Well you would after four days heaven knows where, wouldn't you?
Then a lovely lady wheeled two more cases
up to the house.
"Are these yours? One stinks."
She was right. I had to admit one had
pungent French cheese in it. I hate cheese of any description, and this was
dear husband's. He'd spent ages carefully deciding which cheeses he wanted to
bring home, and packed them in his case. His case, thank goodness, not mine.
So I was reunited with three suitcases,
which included, three boxes of French gluten free crisp breads, smelly trying
to slide out of its packaging cheese and one with the boxers rebellion.
That case smelled, well pants. No wonder
the boxers rebelled. Who would want to share a case with several chunks of over
ripe French cheese?
As I was due to drive north the following
morning, I just put that suitcase into the boot of the car, and ignored it and
its contents, with the happy thought that my knickers weren't near it. (There's
another lot of cheesy jokes here, but I'm going to be good and not make them.)
I could almost imagine my undies
breathing a sigh of relief.
It was all well and good until I opened
the car door the next morning. It didn't half smell funny. And I had a
four-hour drive ahead of me.
I did the drive with the windows open.
Luckily for me, it wasn't raining.
Eventually I got home and unloaded the
cases. Dh response to my 'your case stinks' was to advise me to put the cheese
in the fridge. Yuk. Believe me, they would have been thrown out, not stored in
the fridge.
The clothes breathed a sigh of relief
when I unlocked the cases and they saw the light of day for the first time
since whenever. My lovely undies were no longer pants for the memories, or a
set of That Airline bloomers, but
home again.
Which begs the question… is That Airline pants? What do you think?
Happy Reading,
Love R x
Ah, I'm going to miss these weekly instalments :-)
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