I love those spur of the moment decisions that we sometimes make, they invariably lead to a great day being had.
As spring had finally arrived and the day promised to be warm and still, we decided on a nice walk through the park to a local pub that we knew. We'd only commented that morning on the fact that we hadn't heard a cuckoo this year when, low and behold, there it was. Distant at first, but getting louder the farther we walked.
Along the way I had noticed a willow tree, full of bloom and nice new shoots, green and pliable.
Casually breaking off one of its' branches, I began stripping the bark from it as we continued to walk. We hadn't gone much further when she turned to me and said, 'That would sting if I was to put it across your bottom wouldn't it'?
Bingo !! Our minds were alike and at the next suitable turn-off we headed down a very quiet and secluded pathway.
Finding a dell with the fairies gone, it was time for the naughty imp to appear. Trousers and pants down, I bent over and waggled my bottom at her. Playing her part well, she began asking me nature questions at which I would reply with any old B.S.
'Swish', and another red welt would appear across both cheeks.
We must have played for a good twenty minutes before deciding we'd pushed our luck of seclusion far enough.
Heading back, she suddenly announced that she needed to pee, so, pointing out a little siding with no nettles, I persuaded her that I would keep watch. Just as she bobbed down my inner devil popped up. Pretending to greet someone with,'good afternoon, lovely day isn't it'. I saw her head pop up followed by, 'Oh shit, I've pee'ed on my trouser leg'.
'You bastard, I knew you'd do something like that', she said as she stomped towards me. But I was already doubled up with laughter, which only increased when she showed me the evidence of her mishap.
I love those impromptu days. Full of magical moments, full of fun.
I've yet to pay the price though.....
Gary....never trust what I say....ntboy.
This is though, a true story.