I wasn't looking forward to it. I was secretly glad when it got postponed. The weather was getting too cold - I was thinking it wasn't ever going to happen.
But the main protagonists were determined. My daughter kept colluding with my best friend, who had wanted to do it all her life. A date was set. The ingredients were added to the shopping list. There was no getting out of it.
I was new to all this. How were we going to get in the mood? Who would start? Would we need towels for after?
The day arrived. We went to my friend's house, armed with ingredients, a change of clothes and a black plastic garbage bag. She made cups of tea. We ate apple pie, with custard. It was all very civilised. She suggested we watch a few videos to get in the mood.
In the end, the act itself only took 10 minutes, like a first-time adolescent fling. All heightened expectation. Over before you could blink.
Still, it bought out my inner slapstick. We laughed our heads off, running around like children, pounding each other. And my goodness, did we get messy.
We have no photos. There is no proof.
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