Then came that impossibly difficult decision when she said,
“Right which of you chatterboxes is to be the first?”
In the end, my companion in crime had rather more quick wits than I, because he gave me a little shove forward.
I think the stress of the moment had deprived us both of speech.
In I went trembling into the lion’s den. “Can you touch your toes ?” she said after briskly producing the biggest slipper I had ever seen.
Although incapable of speech I was still able to attempt bodily movement.
A little tap, a little wait, then an almighty ear-splitting whack, the process was repeated several times as I got several whacks.