It was fun while it lasted. But like all good things, it had to come to an end. I knew it couldn’t last forever, as good as it was. And believe me, I tried to extend it as long as humanly possible…

My period of “immunity” is over.

For almost a week, I was like a foreign diplomat – I could do pretty much any darn thing I wanted to, then claim “IMMUNITY”, and get off Scot-free, which incidentally is not just restricted to foreign diplomats from Scotland.

This came about thanks to a particular soft-spot Mrs. That Dan Guy has for when I become vulnerable, or ill. I had a bad cold after our recent holiday, so the stage was set for those very favourable diplomatic conditions.

I tested the waters several nights ago, by waving a napkin full of crumbs over the floor, hollering “IMMUNITY” whilst doing so!! As flabbergasted as she may have been, the power of immunity is so great that all MTDG could do was drop her jaw, blink profusely, and then surrender to the power of the over-riding diplomatic magic wand.

From that point on, until yesterday when my ragged cough was the last grasp I had on the shield remaining at my disposal, I was able to pretty much get away with murder, if by murder you mean shooting elastic bands at her, among a number of other questionable ways to behave for an adult almost ready for the nursing home.

This morning, my runny nose likely won’t be cutting it anymore. If I hope to pester the lady, there may be actual repercussions to my actions.

Like the kid that pokes a beehive, I guess we’ll just have to find out how much that might sting…

Chow for now!!