Oh the shame! Last night I swamped the marital bed...oh well shit happens....and apparently piss too. I cannot recall if I've gone into detail about soldier B, my brother in law, and his dirty nurse, soon to be ex-, wife. In any event I took him out on the lash last night. Many, many pints were drunk and we actually played "The Green Fields of France" fourteen times on the pub juke-box. He's a fenian and I just like the song and when drunk these things happen... After much boozing and my sharing the interesting news I got when I went to the pub on Thursday with him, we set off for home. Thursday night by the way I went into a boozer I seldom use and was doing the gray man thing when two geezers started talking about soldier B's wife and divorce at the bar. I was gob-smacked but listened in...very interesting it was too. We know about three players but there are apparently several more to consider too... Anyway, got home..put him to bed and then I remember nothing until 0500 when Mrs Cuddles rousted me and made me get the spare spare duvet and remake the bed due to said swamping. I thought those days were gone but apparently they are still to come because one swamp leads to others!