the stench of defeat

So, last night we had a lovely treat given to us by the Victorians and Mother Nature – the drain outside our flat had backed up and was emitting a truly disgusting odour.

I was outside, and The Girl had wandered out to tell me something.

As she approached me, she suddenly stuck her hands over her nose and shouted “Ewwwwwwwww!!”

“I know”, I said “it’s the drains.”

“They STINK!!” she shouted.  Then she paused.  “A bit like the England football team.”

Out of the mouths of babes…


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