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Date: 26 November 2007 08:38:15
FW and I are great lovers of Mr Bill Bailey. We bought his Ultimate Collection CD at Bristol Airport on our way to a friend's wedding in Spain 2 years ago. Travelling along a Spanish motorway singing Insect Nation was a highlight of that trip.
One of the lines is:
"What about the worms?/They're eyeing up your car./How can worms drive a car?/Two on the pedals, one on the wheel and one on the A to Z./It could happen!"
Well last night something happened to prove that this is true.
FW had gone to bed before me as I was watching the 10 o'clock news. I turned everything off and went to bed. As I got in I felt something wet and slimey under the duvet. I wasn't to concerned at this as I thought it was FW playing tricks, again!
Put there seemed to be one spot that was definitely wet and yucky. I moved my feet and legs around a few times but it just seemed to move the problem around. As it was halfway down it couldn't have been a tea spillage and I'd remember if I'd had an accident. So I got out of bed to investigate the cause of the problem.
"Arghhh!!! Worm!!"
"What?" said FW.
"Worm!! There's a worm in the bed!"
FW, being the woman she is, looked at me as though I'd just landed from the planet Zog.
"There's a ******* worm in the bed!" I retorted.
"Don't be silly."
But then she pulled back the duvet and there, midway down my side of the bed, was, indeed, a worm.
Earlier, while lying on the settee being ill, I had seen Che come in and spit something out of his mouth and start playing with it. I couldn't see what it was but he seemed intrigued and then walked off. Lima came in walked over, played with something and, losing interest, wandered off. I thought nothing further of it.
Now I know what it was. However I'm at a loss as to explain how the damn thing got under the duvet and onto my side of the bed.