Your spare room is now your wife's boudoir. It's not complicated.Mrs S is having a "throwing things out" frenzy.
There's a wardrobe in the spare room 50% full of my stuff, and 50% full of hers.
Apparently we've agreed to throw out a lot of my stuff, and none of hers.
Even after 25 years, the rules of married life are still a mystery to me.
Mrs S is having a "throwing things out" frenzy.
There's a wardrobe in the spare room 50% full of my stuff, and 50% full of hers.
Apparently we've agreed to throw out a lot of my stuff, and none of hers.
Even after 25 years, the rules of married life are still a mystery to me.
"Chuck out the chintz" you mean?Ah, one of the blissful advantages of being single...
On the other hand, I have a parental unit who likes to "clear up"
And she was watching as you typed that.She kept her wedding dress in that wardrobe. I kind of jokingly suggested she got rid of it on the grounds of "when are you ever likely to use it again?"
If looks could kill..........
I have now been suitably re-educated, and am a better person for it.
The "Glasgow Kiss"
Japanese I take itI'm a happy bunny.
Have been doing some work on my motorcycle which hasn't been used for more than a year. I've been able to recover the battery, so it looks like I'll get away with not buying a new one and I've persuaded it to start and run even though the petrol left in the tank is stale. Everything seems to work alright. Looks good to go when the weather warms up a little.
Front turned so that one wheel will catch on the kerb, preventing a runaway?
So old skool nobody does that these days, along with double declutching
