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Originally Posted by Bean10
That reminds me of my Strensall days. The Green Howards had their comrades weekend at the camp. On the Friday evening, my self and a mate went for a pint in the the pub opposite the camp called "The Bells". Now my pal was a Sgt from the Cheshires, he had a pad, near to the camp, and on this particular weekend, his missus and young daughter were away, so he was home alone.
Anyway we had a skinful with these old boys from the "Frankies", and at a suitable hour made our way home. In the morning my mate wakes up with a cracking hangover, and staggers downstairs to get some anadins. As he descends the stairs he notices a highly polished pair of mens shoes, neatly placed on one of the steps.......Not his size!!!!!!
Panic on, he searches downstairs, he then goes back upstairs, and into his daughters room, to find a pensioner sound asleep in his daughters bed.......He wakes him up, and his about to teach him how to fly, but stops, as he realises its one of the old boys from the previous evening.
This old lad is so upset, he's nearly crying, as he explains that he thought he was asleep in his own daughters house....who actually lived 4 doors away. After the session in the Bells, two sheets to the wind, he had snuck in(my mate had left his front door unlocked), he had then crept upstairs, and so has not to wake the family, left his shoes on the step, and climbed into the bed in what he assumed was the spare bedroom. All was well until my mate woke him....massive shock for both of them.
Anyway, he takes the old lad downstairs, makes him a bacon buttie and a cup of tea, and eventually delivers him safely to the correct house......Incidentally the old boy was in deep sh.... with his daughter, as she was convinced he had pulled!!!!!!!!!!!, he had some explaining to do...
