During the early stages of my relationship with the now Mrs Holybloke (my second marriage), she took her 6yr old son to his school fair.
He decided to have his face painted, and being an outgoing little fella, he soon struck up a rapport with the makeup artist as his doting mother looked on.
Before long he was waxing lyrical about his bionical collection, and how difficult they were to build. He went on to add that he was lucky that Phil (self) was good at building, and was happy to help out.
"Is Phil your brother?" enquired makeup artist.
"No" answered little blighter "He's mom's friend, he comes round our house and they kiss each other and sometimes he stays the night"
Harmless enough.
"Phil's my dad's best friend!" He addded helpfully.
He nearly had his eye put out with a makeup pencil.
Wife to be nearly fainted.
Took some explaining that one.
Totally true, and totally above board. My best mate introduced us (they were never married) and for that I will always be in his debt. That's what mates are for.
He decided to have his face painted, and being an outgoing little fella, he soon struck up a rapport with the makeup artist as his doting mother looked on.
Before long he was waxing lyrical about his bionical collection, and how difficult they were to build. He went on to add that he was lucky that Phil (self) was good at building, and was happy to help out.
"Is Phil your brother?" enquired makeup artist.
"No" answered little blighter "He's mom's friend, he comes round our house and they kiss each other and sometimes he stays the night"
Harmless enough.
"Phil's my dad's best friend!" He addded helpfully.
He nearly had his eye put out with a makeup pencil.
Wife to be nearly fainted.
Took some explaining that one.
Totally true, and totally above board. My best mate introduced us (they were never married) and for that I will always be in his debt. That's what mates are for.
