Well, thats where it came from in our first house we had a sofa in the spare room which was the most comfortable ever...wife made me get rid of it when we moved....within 20 mins of sitting in it i was usually asleep....
Can you do mine as well please? My set went virtual during Covid and since then every cupboard in my house, two of the wardrobes and quite a lot of floorspace has been occupied by “Ghana Must Go” bags and rubble sacks full of papers. Not only does the clutter annoy me, I’m basically living in the middle of an unlit bonfire.
Trust me and as you know, these things creep up on you. Get yourself an incinerator for £20 and burn, baby burn. The bonfire smell stays with you for days but it is joyous to see the piles go down.
Back in the last century when I got my very first proper job after uni there was a guy in my office (who had worked there several years) but my first week there happened to be his last week working there, so I didn't really get to know him. Anyway after he left, when people tried to find certain contract files, they were nowhere to be found. Weeks later it transpired that he'd taken the said files home over a number of weeks before he left and had a huge bonfire in the back garden.
I’ve actually got a bincinerator but it’s in my neighbour’s garage and she doesn’t come home very often as she’s got herself a new boyfriend at the fine old age of 70-odd. Also, my terrace is overhung by trees and I have form with these things as I almost set my previous house on fire with one of them, so I also need to ask if I can use her vast garden https://www.ducatiforum.co.uk/threads/thank-god-for-smoke-alarms.82491/#post-1753739
Wait until the new boyfriend arrives, give them 30 minutes then fire it up. She will think the smoke is coming from his passion
Given the reward for incendiary behavior can lead to hanging by the neck until dead, enjoyment of the flames may be overrated?
The Ides of March is symbolically associated with betrayal, impending doom, and warnings of danger Nah nothing to see here, move along people
Today I was a proper bloke. Went to the gym, did a load of weights, wound up some teenagers on their phones. Went out on the bike, annoyed the general public. Cooked a fuck off massive steak for dinner, washed down with a bottle of red. Couple of old fashioneds later before bed, then will stink the bedroom out and annoy the wife. Perfect day.
interesting-takes me back. A while ago I used to organise works participation in numerous years Outward Bound charity challenge weekends in the Lake District. For some reason they always coincided with Cheltenham racing weekend and I used to get the train from B Temple Meads at about 845 am to Oxenholme. The train was always fully and totally rammed with ‘characters’ heading to the races. How some of them were even standing at that time of the morning was a mystery. Some of them were completely out of their heads and boozed up. It always felt a little bit tense until the train evacuated at Cheltenham/waiting for things to kick off. I’m sure they were always in good humour but it always felt a bit edgy. And after Cheltenham and they had all decamped, the bottles and cans ‘ washing’ around in the floor of the train when it went round bends was somewhat loud and voluminous. Entertaining days-and then a weekend in the lakes in sunshine most years had its own drink fuelled evening entertainments-all whilst representing work of course. !
Yesterday’s wedding celebrations have suddenly turned a different direction with the sad news of my sister in law’s father passing away last night. Our weekend visit will be extended to include the funeral arrangements.
