Cuz nearly clubbed me to death once over a hot cross bun.
Having attempted to outrun a tsunami through deepest Worcestershire in a Nissan Micra we ended up marooned on a traffic island at two in the morning.
Water lapped playfully over the wheel arches as Cuz thrust her legs down the sleeves of her anorak and I attempted to tune the radio to anything other than "Woollyback FM". It was cold, dark and we had just faced a near-death experience having being nearly swept off a bridge into a swollen river.
Triumphantly Cuz produced a carrier bag from deep within the footwell. "Would you like a hot cross bun?". It was Easter and we were sharing the car journey Oop North.
Traumatised and not knowing if we would ever see our family or friends again - the severity of the situation hit me and I responded "Is it buttered?".
As Cuz leaned over the seat to retrieve her socket set I knew I had not given the response she was anticipating.
Having attempted to outrun a tsunami through deepest Worcestershire in a Nissan Micra we ended up marooned on a traffic island at two in the morning.
Water lapped playfully over the wheel arches as Cuz thrust her legs down the sleeves of her anorak and I attempted to tune the radio to anything other than "Woollyback FM". It was cold, dark and we had just faced a near-death experience having being nearly swept off a bridge into a swollen river.
Triumphantly Cuz produced a carrier bag from deep within the footwell. "Would you like a hot cross bun?". It was Easter and we were sharing the car journey Oop North.
Traumatised and not knowing if we would ever see our family or friends again - the severity of the situation hit me and I responded "Is it buttered?".
As Cuz leaned over the seat to retrieve her socket set I knew I had not given the response she was anticipating.
At least the carrier bag was in the footwell and not round my ankle!
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