Boom Dawgy dawg!
Came a voice from behind me. I turned.
Peachy!
There he was, my old mucker Peach, picking up some tat in the same aisle of the supermarket I was. We gave each other some squeezy man hugs and pounded each other hard on the bag to knock any rising penisery out of the equation.
He hadn't seen the little boom since his birth so he did the requisite oo-ing and ah-ing over the pram.
We decided to grab a coffee in the supermarket cafe. The little boom was having a mammoth nap so I agreed.
Once sat down we glossed over the recent news and were laughing at past exploits when he leaned forward.
BoomDawg, is that a bruise under your eye?
Is it? Which eye? Are you sure?
He pointed at my left eye which was a bit bloodshot and achey since the little boom had given me quite a solid punch in it just that very morning.
Oh that!
I laughed.
This little feller swung a cracker of a punch this morning, right in my eye. I nearly dropped him!
I gesticulated to the little feller in question who was doing his best impression of a sleeping angel in the pram.
We carried on, reminiscing about the time we peed in a bad flatmates butter.
Suddenly his demeanour changed again. He stuck a hand out and moved my chin to the side.
Hey! What the hell is going on with your neck?
My neck? What do you mean? Are you talking about my double chin?
No, those scratches. They look painful.
He had a funny look on his face.
Oh them.
I laughed.
That was the little boom again! He has this terrible habit of grabbing your neck or face and squeezing really hard and his little nails are fair sharp even though I cut them all the time.
Peach looked at the little sleeping cherub with his cute rosy cheeks then looked at me suspiciously. He sat back, folding his arms, a serious expression on his face.
BoomDawg, you know you can always tap me up for a chat don't you?
Of course dude. I know that.
He finished his coffee and stood up.
Right got to dash. Tell the good lady I was asking for her and to take care of you, we wouldn't want any more random bruises and scratches now would we?
Will do mate, catch you later and I will tell her you were asking for her.
See that you do.
He gave me a very serious look.
Remember, if you need to talk, phone me.
He headed out.
Later arriving back home the good lady met me at the door to help with the pram and the shopping.
Did you have a good time Daddy bear?
Yeah, the little guy slept the whole time and I bumped into Peachy!
Oh wow, it's been a while, how is he?
I laughed.
He thinks you are beating me up.
What?!
Squawked the good lady.
Don't worry lass, I managed to convince him not to call the police.