It was either that, or "shoo'd". I went with my gut, and when there was no red squiggly line of death, I proceeded on in a headstrong manner, presuming it was right and having no particular interest in being corrected. I'm still like that now. And yes, a good word. Often made stronger with accompanying hand and arm gestures, gradually becoming more fraught.
Latest: 2 snares for ratty set by Frank; 'Little Nipper' mousetrap re-set in my greenhouse. Verminator ( Happy) coming tomorrow, up in the roof-space, mine and Frank's.
Party mate, that red squiggly line thing, mines gone too. I,m none too shabby at spelling,but the squiggle gives brings the comfort and confidence i need. Did i press the wrong button on me lap top or something? Can anyone help?
On of my old bosses used to get me to proof read all his crap he typed up. He made the same spelling mistakes every ****ing time. I pointed out the words, and the red squiggly and his reaction was "can't be arsed, I know you'll change it". When I left, I added all those words to the dictionary. Bumped into him a couple of months later, he was not a happy bunny, but as I was by then his equal, frig all he could do. Scouse twat.
Are you able to relax more now Stan, or are you, to coin a phrase, like a cat on a hot tin roof, all edgy and jumpy at the slightest noise?
Hang on to all the corpses. You could possibly knock up a nice jacket from the pelts. Failing that if you don't get that many, maybe a pair of underpants.
