My understanding of Murphy's Law is that if things can go wrong, they will. It's a bit pessimistic for my liking, but appropriate for the following story. "Bomi" may also need a definition. That's the house of trousers' slang for vomit, noun or verb form. So, what I'm on about is the Aussie household tradition of the empty ice-cream container as the bomi bucket. And how for days, weeks, months even, a bomi bucket will hang around the couch, doubling as a collection point for sultanas, Little People, supermarket receipts, my hair and general dust. But just when you need it.......
Bomi was the last thing on our minds at Noosa the other weekend. On Friday night the air was thick with anticipation of an active, enjoyable weekend. The promise of walks and swims and good, clean fun at the beautiful Tea Tree Bay, topped off with a visit (or two) to the superb gelati shop down the road had me, for one, very excited. Magi and Mikko were excited because we were in a rented apartment that had carpet ("when you scooter, it's really quiet!" discovered Magnus), a huge mirror and empty wardrobes to hide in. So it was with great surprise when Mikko, bathed, pyjama-ed and fed (the trifecta!) started a sudden, violent bomi episode. Whilst on the couch. Which was on carpet. And no bomi bucket in sight. An episode of epic proportions (and we've seen quite a few in our short tenure as the house of trousers), one that brings to mind that skit in Little Britain. Yep. Fire hose-like pressure and volume.
And the bomi bucket was resting at home on the couch.
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