I went out for a run this morning. It was a pleasant enough 10k as far as 10k's go at the moment. There was sweat - running into my eyes, down my arms, legs and butt crack. There were Christmas greetings exchanged with Peter the Greek (he's a fixture on every one of my runs to the university). There were rowers on the river. Lots of cyclists cycling. And a Kookaburra in a gum tree (apologies to the writer of 12 Days Of Christmas).
When I'd left home, Iven was just catching a few zzz's on the couch before heading off to work. When I got back home the couch was still occupied. I thought for a moment that it was still Iven and he'd really drifted off and was going to be late for work but a quick second glance told me that it was Josh. A third glance told me that he was completely starkers.
Josh had gone out the night before and was a little under the weather. My guess is that he'd gotten up to go to the toilet in the morning and then gotten confused about the direction of his bedroom - ending up on the couch.
I tried to wake him up but he's a heavy sleeper at the best of times and this wasn't the best of times so I had no hope. So I ended up getting a modesty towel and left him in peace.
But my philosophy as a mother is that it's every mother's duty to embarrass their child all the way through their life - to help build resilience. And I have a little streak of evil in my sense of humor. So it wasn't very long before a little plan was knocking on the front of my brain. All it required was a visit to the garden and a camera.
I don't have a fig tree but zucchini leaves are a similar shape - albeit a bit furrier. Position said leaf strategically and then take the incriminating photo.
Hmm ... now I wonder how to get best use of it.
Merry Christmas everyone.