My
brother has unawaringly just awoken the whole house and its approximately 12:40
a.m..
Everyone woke at once almost and ran downstairs at the sound of
cutlery hitting the
floor to find my eldest brother (22)
wearing only jocks, with a
glazed expression on his face,
screaming at the top of his voice:
"Where the FUCK is it? I know one of you fucking has it you fucking bastards. Now come on hand it over. I said hand it over. COME ON!" While pointing a spoon accusedly at the sink and the oven.
This quickly became a babble of "Where's he gone? Hello? Are you a tree?" And as we carried him back to bed we laugh as he continuedly prodded my other brother with the spoon which he refused to relinquish.