"Shit!" I barked after being woken by Dom breaking wind on my arm.
"Shit!" He repeated with glee.
"Bollocks, Dom that's a naughty word. We shouldn't have said that."
It could have gone on for a while.
We were supposed to be back from the tip having emptied the garage of its detritus and busy preparing tea for the women. They've been out at a kids party all afternoon.
I figured we could get some boy stuff done before our chores, so I hoovered out the car whilst Dom pretended to be a racing driver. We then watched the rugby for a bit. I obliged when Dom asked for some boyporn on the telly and settled us down with kettle chips and milk.
Twenty minutes ago we woke up.