Think she’s going tomorrow. There was kind of a reason for her to be here yesterday but it’s done now. Go home.
I feel your pain. Mine turns up, unannounced, with her dogs in tow, regularly. Usually at Sunday dinner time as it goes, and instead of ****ing off like anyone with a modicum of manners would do, sits there and watches us eat. While Pa in law squirms trying to get her to go! She also phones up to talk to my Mrs at the most inopportune times what feels like about 25 times a day, and has the exact same conversation as the previous ****ing phone call.
Yours is a special case though. She can’t just pop round, but somehow she does, only with a suitcase. You’re way more tolerant than me. No ****ing chance I’d have that every other week.
Me either. They only time I answer the landline is if I'm in the house and I know the Mrs is with her Mum, that way I know it can't be her.
My Parents moved from West Sussex to within 1/4 mile of where I live now. It's a double edged sword. It means I'm close by to help out with my Dad's dementia, but it also means I'm close by to help out with my Dad's dementia ....
Pisk, looking to go to Cornwall for a week this summer. Where would you go that has plenty to occupy kids if the weather turns ****, has beach (or beaches) that allow dogs, has shops and pubs? Essentially, small town with accessible beaches, maybe a train station if the weather is gash? Considering St Ives but it is ****ing miles away. Only one beach allows the hound too.
I'm sure there's plenty of room on Piskies site. And they all like 'Dags' please log in to view this image
My lasses mother is addicted to prescription meds and never leaves the house. The in-laws is a non-issue, for me. Big day for Saffy, tomorrow. I've got to be at the hospital for 10 bells, so I may be going AWOL from here for a little while.
No I wasn't, Who the f (u)ck are you, I wasn’t around when he died, You piece of sh(i)t, Now f(u)ck off.
Why do you trawll through threads until you find a post about you then abuse the poster? Then you'll moan when that person gives it you back. This is days ago, we're all talking about something else now ffs. Move on. I genuinely don't think this is the place for you, or someone of your ilk. You need to go away.
