Cor bet that title got your mind going! Anyway, last straglers of relatives are still here (those who came for evening sandwhiches and everything else)..and g-gran was one of these guests, at eighty years old long christmas' of houses full of people & children and visits here there and everywhere are somewhat of a chore now, so has proceeded too nod off as we speak. Ralph has had a strange obsession with her since he was a small pup so of course hopped up and lay next too her..and a few minutes ago (bearing in mind its just them snoozing, me sitting here on laptop-everyone else is in the garden with mulled wine and the fancy patio heater on) this horrible smell came wafting over..rather pungent 'release of wind' and to be frank, it is the 'brussel sprout' smell..so bad of me as it was, i thought Gran was responsible for the offence, and when an aunt came in and asked what was up..i told her, she noted the smell..and after much deliberation, it turned out that git of a springer who had consumed a rather large amount of sprouts when we were visiting earlier, was responsible-so i think the moral of the story is, assuming is a dreadful sin!!
And of course the little old welsh woman is still snoring her head off, blissfuly unaware of being held responsible for creating a smell that can onl be described as an act of hatrid.