Well I thought I'd come across most things in my inglorious punting career, but a new one came up today. So thought I'd run it past brains trust so I've more idea what to do next time.
Bit of background. Due to intimations of mortality, and unselfishly not wanting to leave nearest and dearest with too many death duties to pay..decided it's now time to spend. So that..plus with me being a twit (by all means change the vowel)...means I've been going in for some longer punts of late. Culminating in the ultimate stupidity...the over-nighter. In my defence negotiated reasonable rate, and tidy body on object of my lust.
Anyway it all went as well as can be expected, given state of my man plumbing, which leaves a bit to be desired.
Comes the morning...when naively I thought a uni student in third year..might disappear to early lectures. (Might you why I thought that... given state of modern degrees..I don't know).
Instead: Breakfast, hand job (not at breakfast table), film, meal, and "what are we going to do now?". My stamina ain't up to all that.
So what are the "bullet-proof" excuses to bail out immediately after breakfast? (Bearing in mind it needs to be fairly diplomatic since I want to see this one again.)