well we've had quite a quiet time of it so far.. unlike last year when Murphy managed to embarrass me on 3 levels all at once..
I'd been at a Christmas night out the night before so changed into my PJ's in the bathroom upstairs so as not to wake Richard; at 9am the next morning the doorbell rang and I legged it downstairs, opening the door and keeping a hand on Murphy's collar (he likes to investigate all potential visitors) - it was the usual parcel delivery man so there I was in my vest and PJ bottoms (wishing I'd put a dressing gown or jumper on), listening to him tell me about how the last time he'd left a parcel round the back Murphy jumped on him and knocked him over - but that really the dog was just being friendly, wasn't "she"...
...when out came the monster himself with something in his mouth (he'd obviously got bored with the tale of his past doings). I didn't have my contact lenses in so had to screw my eyes up to see.... horrors!... he was trying to give my bra to the postie!....
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