I was up early this morning, as I was expecting a delivery between 8 and 9 (according to the email from the courier company).
Two of my motorbikes have been at my dad's for the past few years, and I had them transported over to my house a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, the keys for both bikes have gone missing, so I had to order two new lock sets, and those are the packages I was waiting for.
The courier arrived at 8:30am, and I quickly opened the packages to check their contents, which were all present and correct, then I jumped in the shower, before going shopping.
Now, picture this... The shower is downstairs, and if I leave the bathroom door open, which I usually do, I have a view of the back door, which I open in the morning to let the cats come and go as they please, and just as I'd started massaging shampoo into my hair, Bob trotted past, looking all pleased with himself, with a shiny new set of Yamaha keys in his mouth, then disappeared out the back door! I dived out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, slipped on my flip flops, and ran out into the back garden after Bob.
Bob was at the edge of the garden, playing with his new toys, but as I approached him he grabbed the keys again and ran into the middle of the garden, taunting me and laughing. I chased after him, but one of my flip flops flipped off, and I slipped on the dewy grass and landed on my arse in the middle of the garden, leaving the towel behind as I put my hands out to break my fall. Luckily, my neighbour was walking past at the time, so at least someone apart from Bob had a fucking good laugh about it!
I do love Bob... the little bastard