by Bernard Renaud

Created on: July 18, 2010   Last Updated: July 19, 2010

So what might you expect after you have moved in with your boyfriend? Will it be the time of your life or just another event that leaves you wondering why the heck did I do that?

Imagine, if you will, if for only a brief moment the following scenario, a scenario created not from your own experiences but from thoseof you boy friend the person with whom you have decided to share a common experience the experience of living under one roof a single dwelling;

You have lived with your boyfriend for some time, have fallen asleep together in front of the 53 inch plasma T.V.,have shared an intimate candle lite dinner, woken up late on Sunday mornings and generally have slipped in a familiar but likable routine. One day after watching a program on healthy eating you decide, not with long and in depth consultation with your partner, to change your daily diet somewhat, a diet which now will include a much larger portion of vegetables, vegetables like broccoli, string beans as well as orange-coloured vegetables because they have been shown to reduce the risk of cancer.

But your boyfriend not being atypical, having on many occasions tried  to eat those orange-coloured vegetables, is now sitting at the dinner table arms crossed in protest to this change in diet. What to do? a substitute perhaps your boyfriend has willingly agreed to this change in diet has found has after scouring the food isle at you local super market, found a wonderful concoction. A concoction that promises to hide the taste of veggesin a sweet concoction of fruits and vegetables, that promises to supply some of  the daily requirements of you new diet. 

Well, he has taken a strong liking to this new concoction fruits and veggies, so much so that he is now drinking two to three bottles a day, giving him not only with the necessary dietary supplements but to your dismay a some what uncomfortable side effect, one that  you will discover one quite night while you sitting, listening to the soft sounds of jazz..

Haven gotten ready for the intimate dinner you and you mate have decided on,you sit down stairs on the bean chair listening to the sweet sounds of jazz ,while  he is upstairs in the bathroom going through his usual routine which include using your favorite bath towel, when the unthinkable occurs. As he is walking out of the bathroom, deep inside his stomach, a chemical reaction has produced a gaseous mixture of carbon dioxide,hydrogen and methane - a gaseous mixture that ,with the aid of a easterly wind blowing through a upstairs window, has started its way down the stairs, and into the living room where you, with eyes closed, are listening to the quite sounds of the Modern Jazz Quartet. 

The north-easterly wind, that has blown in through the upstairs window, has taken with it this gaseous mixture moving it down those stairs and into the living room, slowing filing the air with an odour that is so unfamiliar to your sensitive nostril that, you quickly open your eyes puzzled. Looking around, you search for the source of this ghastly odour.

Upstairs your mate, unaware of the event unfolding in the living room, continues to walk towards his room when, out of the silence, he hears a sharp high pitched sound and the barley audibly words; MEDIC....Mee...di...ic , followed by the sound of someone falling to the floor.

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