Had flu jab yesterday and still my arm aches yet no bruising. We've got some very small mince pies in the fridge but they've been started on, not just for Christmas. Not heard any Christmas tunes yet thank goodness. Don't you just hate people who say "well I've finished my Christmas shopping already"...in August!
(17-10-2018 18:05 )Charlemagne Wrote: [ -> ] (17-10-2018 17:35 )HannahsPet Wrote: [ -> ]bet they will want a cut lol
They'll want 30%
Apologies to Tony Hancock for the misquote' but;
"30%, that's nearly an arm"
(17-10-2018 17:06 )GreenMachine Wrote: [ -> ]Had flu jab yesterday and still my arm aches yet no bruising. We've got some very small mince pies in the fridge but they've been started on, not just for Christmas. Not heard any Christmas tunes yet thank goodness. Don't you just hate people who say "well I've finished my Christmas shopping already"...in August!
When I was a postman in Wolvrampton, back in the '70's, I had to get all my Christmas shopping done by the end of October.
Bugger all chance after that.
Mind you, the overtime did help pay for it.
No credit cards in them days.
My, how we have progressed in 40 years, or have we???
you can now do your shopping on your phone as your delivering others christmas shopping
At the wife's behest I replaced the bedroom curtain track with a curtain pole.
Simple job really, until the wife interferes.
Wife wants the job done quickly and cheaply.
Me wants the job done neatly, time and money being a secondary issue (to sensible levels of course).
Wife says can't you leave the existing brackets on the batten.
Me says no, they will show and look a right mess.
I hold up new curtain pole in position to demonstrate.
Wife says, oh ok, and concedes.
Point to me.
Having taken the old brackets off, I inform wife that I will need to fill the screw holes and paint the batten, as the new fixings don't go where the existing holes are.
So there I am with wood filler and filling the holes.
Wife says, what you using that for, can't you use the stuff she put round the bath.
Me; what stuff I ask.
Wife; that sealant stuff.
Me; Can't use that for filling holes, I say; not the right stuff I maintain.
Wife; Why not, it'll fill the holes (she's getting rather haughty by now)
Me; I play my trump card (time factor), and say it'll take longer to dry before painting.
Wife says, oh ok, and concedes.
Another point to me.
Wife says she will put new curtain rings on the curtains and sits on bed to do it, whilst la lahing some meaningless tune.
Deliberately to annoy me, I know.
I finish filling, sanding, painting and the curtains are up.
I am in the process of replacing furniture in rightful places, and have a chair above my head as I try to squeeze between wall and bed.
Wife, instructs me to not knock chair on bed, whilst standing between me and the doorway I need to get through.
Me, I say I won't and having taken a step towards the door immediately knock chair on bed.
Wife says told you you would.
Me, says I wouldn't if you weren't in the way.
Point to wife.
Having placed chair in the other bedroom, I have a quick look out of bedroom window.
Wife asks what I am doing.
Me replies, I am thinking of throwing meself out of the effin window.
Wife replies I am too fat to get through (which I am not).
So there you are folks, an everyday tale of ordinary folk.
The politically correct loonies have struck again.
Now Kleenex mansize tissues have succumbed to this idiocy.
It snot funny.
Further to my previous post re - Kleenex, here's one that's escaped the pc
loonies.
John Smith's are still referring to their beer as being for "good honest blokes".
Blokes, that's us; flippin 'eck, don't anyone tell the authorities.
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Cheers.
