Was on holiday with the wife last week, lying on this lovely remote beach in the glorious sunshine, relaxing with a book and a beer.
Well, the wife passes me the suncream, “Do you mind doing my back?” she asked.
“Let’s pretend I’m your butler,” I winked. “My name’s Dawes.”
“Ok!” she giggled, “Would you mind doing my back, Dawes?”
And that gentlemen is why I’m still sleeping in the spare room…