Oh yes i was spoiled......couldn't fit 73 candles on the cake though..lol
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Oh yes i was spoiled......couldn't fit 73 candles on the cake though..lol
I'm a mere whipper snapper compared to some on here I'll have you know.
Hope you had a happy one BC and many many more to come. Tell everyone the real truth on the candles on the cake thing, it's because of global warming and people over a certain age have been banned from having them. You live too close to the Ice Cap.
Hope you had a happy one BC and many many more to come. Tell everyone the real truth on the candles on the cake thing, it's because of global warming and people over a certain age have been banned from having them. You live too close to the Ice Cap.
You're only brave cause she's gone missing. I never take the mick out of the elderly myself of course.
She is still looking around on here? i have been in touch with her and she will not come back.. she got upset that she was not invited to the male meeting when plym came down.. she is all good and well. I have invited her next week to meet me and Plym. she was busy.. drawing her pension
I wasn't invited I invited myself and it was only to say hello in the ground. Hardly a meeting more a brief introduction. I would say hello to her anytime at the ground if she still went and I knew where she was sitting and would be pleased to do so. I did think she wasn't going to matches these days though.
Drawing her pension....it would be more like drawing her landscape......boom,boom......have you noticed how it's easy to have a dig when you know Mrs Jools ain't going to suddenly appear.
If she's looking in she will recognise this.
My good lady wife (or her in charge as she calls herself) told me this morning after I had dragged myself our of bed on this freezing bleddy day that I had to go shopping for Christmas prezies. This would be for the grandkids of course. I protested loudly that she was much better at it than me and I'd have no idea what they wanted anyway. No chance of getting away with that one of course. "They are your grandchildren as much as mine and it's time you did some of the shopping. Once in 30 odd years won't hurt you" she cried with her foot on the back of my neck.
Off we trotted about 11 30am for town. We walked up one street and down the next between toy shops or anywhere that sold anything that looked like a toy (no not Anne Summers). Having walked every posible street we then walked them again. We bought something for one of them, found it cheaper in the next shop so took it back to the first one again to get a refund to buy it all over again in the second. 3 hours 30 minutes later we had bought 3 things. None of which were my choice by the way. I see no good reason why my youngest grandaughter can't have boxing gloves but obviously that was a wrong suggestion. Apparently we haven't finished shopping and we will be repeating this process at least once more if not twice.
I am knackered this evening and I think my legs have stopped working. Whats wrong with giving them a few quid and let them buy what they really want themselves? I have opened a bottle and may be forced to finish it before I go to bed. Who invented bleddy Christmas and thought it would be a good idea? They best not come around my house anytime soon.
My good lady wife (or her in charge as she calls herself) told me this morning after I had dragged myself our of bed on this freezing bleddy day that I had to go shopping for Christmas prezies. This would be for the grandkids of course. I protested loudly that she was much better at it than me and I'd have no idea what they wanted anyway. No chance of getting away with that one of course. "They are your grandchildren as much as mine and it's time you did some of the shopping. Once in 30 odd years won't hurt you" she cried with her foot on the back of my neck.
Off we trotted about 11 30am for town. We walked up one street and down the next between toy shops or anywhere that sold anything that looked like a toy (no not Anne Summers). Having walked every posible street we then walked them again. We bought something for one of them, found it cheaper in the next shop so took it back to the first one again to get a refund to buy it all over again in the second. 3 hours 30 minutes later we had bought 3 things. None of which were my choice by the way. I see no good reason why my youngest grandaughter can't have boxing gloves but obviously that was a wrong suggestion. Apparently we haven't finished shopping and we will be repeating this process at least once more if not twice.
I am knackered this evening and I think my legs have stopped working. Whats wrong with giving them a few quid and let them buy what they really want themselves? I have opened a bottle and may be forced to finish it before I go to bed. Who invented bleddy Christmas and thought it would be a good idea? They best not come around my house anytime soon.
We've worked out a better way of doing it sensible......we let their parents buy their prezzies online....and we decide which ones to take off of them to wrap up and of course pay for..........we do buy a few other bit and pieces over the weeks as well.....but we don't go through the near death experience that you seem to.
I hope she didn't have her jackboots on when she persuaded you with pressure on your neck.....those stud marks take ages to heal.
I hope she didn't have her jackboots on when she persuaded you with pressure on your neck.....those stud marks take ages to heal.
Bleddy ell' Plym she isn't that obliging for christ sake. Bare feet with Ninja style torture is all I get. Not a stiletto in sight.
It'll be writing christmas cards next.......I bleddy hate this time of year. I'm tempted to try one of those "no christmas" holidays I keep hearing about and only come back when it's over. F*****g humbug I say.
It'll be writing christmas cards next.......I bleddy hate this time of year. I'm tempted to try one of those "no christmas" holidays I keep hearing about and only come back when it's over. F*****g humbug I say.
It's apparently Black Friday. This occasion I'm informed came from America. Why is it that everything that is crap in this World comes from America? I have watched advert after advert on the tele today that says it's Black Friday.......I fecking know it is for Christ sake bleddy stop telling me.
I have opened a bottle this evening. I feel I owe it to myself to drown my sorrows as the Friday is Black. There is still a load of days left for more of this brain washing. I think my purchases of alcohol might just increase as time goes on.
Hope you Joe and Plym have a good day out at Dagenham tomorrow.
I have opened a bottle this evening. I feel I owe it to myself to drown my sorrows as the Friday is Black. There is still a load of days left for more of this brain washing. I think my purchases of alcohol might just increase as time goes on.
Hope you Joe and Plym have a good day out at Dagenham tomorrow.
Where is everyone? I've just had my sis-in-law come to stay for a couple of days to do some "christmas shopping". She went home this morning and I reached for a bottle but calmed myself and didn't open it. How a person can walk around and around the Town in one shop, out again, in another and repeat this process about 100 times without actually buying anything I will never know. Tells us she isn't fussy when it comes to food and proceeds to say she can't eat everything cooked for her. Sits in the front room tutting at any TV programme that happens to come on whilst insisting she doesn't mind what we watch in the evening. Put Netflixs on for a film for her and she buggers off for half an hour half way through. No wonder her hubby was smilling when he dropped her off and frove away.
I think I might crack that bottle after all. I've been a saint for 2 days and deserve it.
I think I might crack that bottle after all. I've been a saint for 2 days and deserve it.
I've never experienced the joys of having a brother or a sister.....so I can't agree or disagree with you.......but I do know that it isn't good to let a poor chap drink alone.....have you another bottle to go with that lonely one you've just opened sensible.......I can at least stop you drinking alone.
I don't have any family left but my wife comes from a family of 8. One sister (the above one) and 6 brothers. That's enough for anyone although the brothers are generally fine. Her sister is a nut job. 
