So on Sunday my husband and I took our Shottle Bop stall for a horror convention. We had a lot of fun (loads of people came in costume, there were special FX people there and all kinds of silliness), but when we came to leave the car was dead. Despite nice folk trying to jumpstart us, nothing was happening, so we had to get the trusty AA man out.
It was dark, and it was stormy, so I had stayed in the car. Mr husband-chap neglected to tell the poor bloke before he got in, that I was in there. Dressed like this
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