Little Dill Y is more inquisitive than a really inquisitive person who asks far too many questions to find out what he wants to know. The little guy asked how his mother and I met and I was only too happy to recall the tale, short as it was. I told him that we met in a club and I began chatting away to her as I was heading to the toilet. I’ll never forget that smile that said “you have more chance of peeling paint from a wall, turning the paint into one of the seven dwarfs and making the dwarf recite the lyrics of a good Bon Jovi song than you have with me”. Despite there being no good Bon Jovi songs, our first conversation went well and I offered to insult each of her friends until they left us on our own. She said we had a deal, as long as I could go to the toilet and return within 46.54 seconds. We shook on it and I ran into the toilet faster than Usain Bolt after a Jamaican Blue Mountain Curry. No sooner had I got there than I realised my luck was in and the rest as they say, is another story for another day:
