Yesterday I had the day I wished for - a quiet family Christmas. At tea time the kids went to visit a relative who decided it would be a hoot to pour copious amounts of White Lightning cider down the throat of my 13 year old son. He was paralytic. I had to turn out to retrieve him and believe me, manhandling a 6'2" drunk is no mean feat. At home I put him in the recovery position and then never slept a wink as I was listening out for him.
The relative is in for a serious ear bending today
alba...brilliant idea, but seeing as it is cold perhaps a visit to the middle of the moors, say around 20 miles away (and with no phone signal) might be a better idea
aha,, good thought!
Just to expand on the idea, 20 miles away from anywhere, you 'run out' of fuel, he's got to go to the petrol station with the jerry can.
Out of earshot, you start the car and drive off in the opposite direction.