Insect Disaster

There we were at a children's tea party when a wasp flew right up Fay's frock, stinging her several times, which resulted in Fay running round the garden tearing her dress off and screaming like a banshee, followed by a line of toddlers doing the same, thinking it was a new and exciting party game.
Before too many of the dads could get their so-called 'camera-phones' loaded and firing, Fay managed to make a dash to the kitchen and stand in the sink, pouring jelly and ice cream impregnated washing up water over her rapidly swelling body. Thankfully Ray arrived with un-charactericstic kind and reassuring words, jumped on to the draining board and began smearing her with salt and vinegar crisps.
What and end to the party!
Bees make honey. Wasps make Marmite.

Trouble Down Under

One of our triplets, May - not the favourite - has got into trouble on her way back from Australia of all places. Seems she tried to smuggle a live wombat onto the aeroplane in her hand luggage after attempting to sedate the poor creature with a mixture of Haribos {whatever that is}, gin & tonic and some cheese.

Unsurprisingly, it's noisy whimpers were overheard by a keen airline official who refused to accept May's explanation of 'indigestion' as she tried to drown out the noise with cries of her own. A search of May's bag soon revealed the hapless marsupial {named 'Rupert'} befouling a fluffy hot water bottle case in the shape of a boomerang May was also bringing back as a present for one of her many friends.

We can't bail her out, mainly because we don't want to. Hopefully her stay in prison won't be too long or arduous, and at least they speak a rudimentary form of English there. May was always a big fan of 'Prisoner Cell Block H' {like her mother} so now's her chance to "Live The Dream".

No worries.