XmisterIS
Purveyor of fine nonsense
I had just the other day gone out and bought a roll of sticky tape with a dispenser, deliberately to avoid the fiasco of try to tear of bits of sellotape with my teeth while trying to hold the wrapping paper in place round the present and swearing at it as it all comes unravelled.
I sat down about an hour ago with a large pile of presents to be wrapped and the sticky tape dispenser was ... no where to be seen! Vanished in to thin air. 15 minutes of me searching for it and swearing (see above) but could I find it? Could I buggery ...
Anyway, I found a roll or really old tape that was a bloody nightmare, sticks to me, sticks to itself, sticks to anything except the wrapping paper!
After a lot of swearing (again, see above), I have now proudly produced a pile of presents that look like they have been wrapped by a chimpanzee.
And guess what happened just as I sat down at the PC? .... I found the brand new stick tape dispenser that I had bought.
Swearing? Oh yes ...
I sat down about an hour ago with a large pile of presents to be wrapped and the sticky tape dispenser was ... no where to be seen! Vanished in to thin air. 15 minutes of me searching for it and swearing (see above) but could I find it? Could I buggery ...
Anyway, I found a roll or really old tape that was a bloody nightmare, sticks to me, sticks to itself, sticks to anything except the wrapping paper!
After a lot of swearing (again, see above), I have now proudly produced a pile of presents that look like they have been wrapped by a chimpanzee.
And guess what happened just as I sat down at the PC? .... I found the brand new stick tape dispenser that I had bought.
Swearing? Oh yes ...