I went to the loo, and Martin shouted me and he sounded dead worried. All I could hear was this strange gargling sound so shot downstairs as quick as I could.
George had swallowed a bit of banana and it got lodged in his throat

Mart managed to slap his back and he was sick but he was still gargling. Mart kept slapping his back and I asked him to cough but he just gargled back. I picked up the phone (he was going blue and the slapping didn't seem to be helping, and we were petrified) and Mart put him across his knees and slapped his back just as I got 99 in and out plopped the biggest chunk of banana! PHEW!!
He scared the you-know-what out of us. Poor little love gave us both a cuddle but seemed pretty much OK. I'm so glad Martin was downstairs at the time. He is happily running around playing right now, it seems it's bothered us more than him!