Wife woke me up at about 4am this morning.
“I’ve just dreamt that the dog (who is possibly pregnant) had eaten a garden hose and we could see the garden hose moving around in her stomach and we had to take her to the vet. Your Dad put her in his car and took us down to the vet and I was having a conversation with him. He told us that we were going to have some trouble with someone living”.
At that EXACT moment her phone started ringing and it was our eldest lad. We just looked at each other and said “oh shit, what the fucks happened?” and similar and she answered the phone almost.
“Sorry Mum. Just arse dialled you from the back of a taxi.” says lad.
“YOU BASTARD!” yells Mum, more out of relief than anything else.
“I said I was sorry!”