Booby Prize?
The first time Huttonian was sent on a mission of mercy for a tiny baby was three years ago for the grandson after his arrival from Oz to Norn Ireland in a snow storm which made all movement, except by foot, well nigh impossible. On that occasion he struggled through deep drifts to find the one shop in Newcastle, Co Down which had its own power supply-there was a province wide power cut-and which sold nappies.
Today he had a different mission connected to day 5 in the life of Katy E. To find a cabbage. No not for the baby but for the eldest daughter whose milk had arrived in such a rush that it overwhelmed the tiny consumer leaving an uncomfortable large surplus. (I am keeping this non technical)A search of the internet under 'engorgement' ( 'Enlargement', first entered into
Ask Jeeves produced 348,000 websites about the EU) resulted in a recommendation to use cabbage leaves to alleviate over inflated Boob ( another non-technical term) discomfort. The local supermarket after an initial break down in Anglo/Aussie communication produced a clingfill wrapped half cabbage, with some reluctance as the check out lady misunderstood my apparent obsession with large breasts. However all was amicably ironed out without the manager being summoned or the local APP (Anti Pervert Patrol). The wife has now manufactured a sort of ecologically correct cabbage bra liner and we await results.
