It wasn’t easy to tell Uncle Tom that he stunk. Even though his beard was so stinky by now, that there was steam coming from it, he seemed blissfully unaware…. In fact, he even seemed quite proud as he primped and preened in the mirror every time he passed it.
I wondered why Aunty Cath hadn’t mentioned it, but when I asked her, she simply said, “Ooh ducky, I stopped smelling things years ago!!!”… She really was an odd lady!!!
So there was nothing else for it.. I’d have to tell him. It was either that, or let it get worse over the next couple of days to get so bad that all the crowds would boff their guts up.