I trust you are well. We've not spoken for a while now although I expect you've been on holiday and sunning yourself somewhere peaceful. I suffered an embarassing episode the other day and felt I ought to warn you of the dangers as soon as possible.
First thing, the other day, my plans got hijacked.
I was told I had to collect 2 "Belfast" sinks from places around Berkshire. Blimey bloke they're heavy. The first caused a bit of a todo, as I bent to help the chap lift the sink, I didn't notice I stood on a cord from my hareem trouser leg ... yes, as I stood up, my trousers didn't; and at the same time, the wind I was holding on to, since I got out of the car, let go noisily and uncontainably at the trouser surprise. Mel and the chap trying to help me lift the sink just stared at me in disbelief. Of course I tried to laugh it off but I don't think they saw the funny side.
Upon getting out of the car when we arrive to pick up the sink, I should have feigned a problem with the car and fiddled with something mechanical around the front whilst at the same time releasing my wind gradually and in a more controlled fashion and yes, I should have hitched my new trendy "Hareem Trousers" before attempting the lift but we learn from our mistakes and eventually we manhandled the sink into the back of my car however Mel didn't speak to me all the way home.
