In a few weeks my favourite cousin, Ched and her partner Doris, will be coming to visit for a party. My sentiments in her words, "I'm giddy at the thought", I enjoy her company so much. Many a time we have stayed up drinking and talking, putting the world to rights until we watch the sun rise together. This is my favourite story about my favourite cousin.
Ched was in the pub, testing the local brew for quality and quantity. A man at the bar was extolling the virtues of his shiny new mobile phone and making sure everyone in the pub knew how expensive and full of gadgets and gizmo's it was. He was bragging and boasting to the extreme until My Fav Cuz turned to him and said, "I bet it can't swim" and dropped it into his pint of Guinness.
I wasn't there but I do know Ched and she would have. Like the time we were having a family and friends BBQ. I had invited a few families and Ched too. One of the husbands (we shall call him Coulthard for his driving style on Scout camp) which none of us knew very well, explained to Ched that she wouldn't throw that bucket of water at him (for we were having a water fight) because he was sitting at the table fully clothed. Ched dutifully informed him that if he dared her, she would. He reiterated she hardly knew him and wouldn't actually throw the water.
Ched threw the water and Coulthard was drownded. The moral of this? Ched is fair but don't dare her to do ANYTHING.
