Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. My wifey is gross! There was I admiring your cucumber when she went "EWWWWwww" :o "what is that? "... A cucumber says I. "No, says she - what is it on? someones fat belly?"
I shan't repeat the rest of the conversation leading to my explaining about work tops but with this level of madness my poor children have no chance of avoiding our genetic inheritance! :-\
;D