Poor Vernon has been in bed all day with a horrendous migraine. So for lunch
today, I just finished off the last of the spicy lentil & vegetable soup I
made yesterday. My soup is.. err... known for it's ...err... 'quality' when
it comes to inducing digestive effects.

Now I'm polite, I have manners, I never fart in public without saying,
"Oops, pardon me!" :) Trouble is, Vernon is a bit deaf. Well, quite deaf and
the grommet in his ear is not improving matters as it was hoped.

So there's me, several hours post lunch and at prime time for the ..err...
digestive effects of my homemade soup to become public. As I said, I'm
polite. Vernon is not long up and he's sat in the office, as I am, on the
other side of the room, at his computer.

The cats vacate the room...

Vernon says, "Can I smell something cooking?"

I reply, "No dear, that's something that's been brewing for several hours."

Cheers, helen s