When I come upstairs on an evening to go on my computer, I am usually carrying a small plate with a slice of toast and a digi biscuit in one hand, plus holding up my dressing gown so I don't trip over it. In the other hand I have a mug of tea. today I have been emptying the upstairs litter bins and I empty them all into one, bring it down and empty it then put it on the stairs and the next one up, takes it up with them. Soooooooooooo there I was with both hands loaded so I put my tea down and upended the bin on my head like an hat, then carried on. I could here this wheezing and snuffling and when I turned there was Dave trying not to laugh, of course when I turned round and he saw my specs peeping out from under the bin that was his undoing, he collapsed on the stairs screeching away. Aint it just sod's law? he would have to come to the stairs bottom at that moment, any other time he's in a heap in the corner of the settee. He said I looked like a Diddy man, I thought I was using initiative personally....hmmmph
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