I forget where I heard George Harrison say it but he said 'Here comes the sun' came about one day when it was Winter and he was hiding from some accountants. He just started plinking away and out it came.
The end room gets morning sun. I nice fat sun beam sweeps across the carpet by the bay windows. So on Saturday mornings I spread the paper out on the couch bed and stick my ampleness up to catch some bathing rays. It's most excellent.
theBoy wanted to hang with me. He turned up, his folded-up red Thomas emblazoned camp chair in hand. He then set it up in the sun where the beam was cast over his body but not his eyes.
'Let's do Humpty and Stumpty,' he said (1).
Fuck that's funny.
Earlier he was hiding behind the couch so just his eyes and above could be seen. He then did Alexi Sayle Dr Marten's Boots head pop ups (see from 1.28). Oh Gods how I laughed.
Me—'I love you more than cancer!'
theBoy—'I love you more than biting!'
I reminded him about it this morning but before I did I asked if he could remember what he said.
'I love you more than poo?' he guessed.
Funny, funny stuff.
(1) In the Humpty and Stumpty. The boys plus theBoy were hiding under the doonah away from Rat, as Rat was hunting them for their eating his socks (story to come). Stumpty had to do a fart. I decided to make fart noises for as long as I could before theBoy interrupted me. I went for a minute then my lips went numb. I panted for breath. He started to speak and I recovered and did it some more then petered out, panting heavily. theBoy yelled 'pew' and started waving his hand under his nose. 'Get out Humpty!' he yelled, blaming the wrong brother which he always, always does. So, so funny.