That's totally uncalled for mate. Please don't do anything stupid mate. Just keep trying to see if the fridge or freezer has a light... on... off....on... off. .. peek a boo
We’ve just had a huge wasp in the conservatory and she’s just reminded me about the time she shouted downstairs that if I knew there was a Bee in bedroom and I said of course I did plus an E and D, R...she said “you can be so moronic at times” charming,
I refer the honourable gentleman to his earlier post of the day: If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Marriage is like a pack of cards. You start with 2 hearts and a diamond. And finish up wanting a club. And a spade.
Next door neighbours were having a ding dong this aft . Started arguing in garden and she stormed into house and he said I’ll show her and stormed after her. Could hear through walls everything that were going off it were that loud . He shouted at her and then heard a slap then he shouted at her again then heard another slap then he shouted stop slapping me while I’m talking to you
Laura threw me out over the weekend. She'd fell out with her mother because she'd had to walk down the street with the shopping and was upset her mother wasn't coming to see George because she had a date on Saturday. She burst into the house and shouted "get you f eck ing arse down here now because the sheets just hit the fan". Her timing was impeccable as at that exact moment Galprond was being nutted near the line in the Aintree 5:15. I shouted back "who do you think you're talking to you selfish ****". She burst into "selfish, selfish , you've watched your fec king racing all week." I told her that "what her mother gets up to is nothing to do with her she's 51 not 15". I was then on her mothers side. It spiralled her Dad got involved and took my side. That didn't help. In the end I went to her aunties, got drunk and crashed on the sofa. This made things worse. I went back home when I thought things had died down and helped her put George to bed after the Grand National. She said afterwards I could leave. So I was a bit gutted and went to her mothers and had a drink with her and her date. Ended up getting blotto and sleeping at her aunty Shells again. Suddenly Sunday morning I got a message asking me If I still wanted to see my son. I said I'd be home straight away. When I got in she sent me to Aldi on foot with a shopping list and made me cook Sunday dinner because she'd had George all weekend. I made her a chicken pie with mash, gravy, Yorkshire puddings, mixed veg and roast potatoes. We've been fine since.