There's a handsome man lying down in my front garden.
He is fully dressed.
I did for a moment debate whether to convince him it would be in his best interest to snog me, seeing as he's such a good looking chap and obviously in need of a good woman to look after him. Then I considered taking advantage of his situation and removing some of his clothing to get a peek at his goods. And then I wondered whether I should call an ambulance for him instead - he is very inebriated.
I decided I should help him manoeuvre himself into the recovery position instead, that way at least I know he'll be safe, should he fall unconscious.
Plus of course I lessen the risk of having him puke up in my home: by far the best option I think.
And if he's still there in the morning, perhaps I'll invite him in for a coffee...