That’s all good, Fishers.
To my mind, it brought this:
I am not yer usual bee, mind.
Soo xx
You have now. Hideous revenge will be extracted at some stage when I can BA.
Spending all my inheritance, then failing to survive the Great War. We’re a cheery bunch.
Good nights, all.
Soo xx
Think how embarrassing and inconvenient it would have been to have survived, potless.
Bra-bloody-vo … except for maybe getting a tad carried away.
… & too much rounding. That would have been so much better if the number had been more specific.
With the word “only” added to it.
I once wrote “& not a penny more” whilst buying a car. It was accepted.
Last night I attacked the washing/ironing pile that has built up following Mrs. Armrest’s surprising injury.
I ironed ;
8 pairs of kecks
12 polo shirts
5 jumpers
11 shirts
8 blouses with sleeeves wide enough to get over a sore arm. Ditto with 6 t-shirts & a couple of jumpers
4 pairs of lady kecks
I still have most of my work shirts to do.
It seems I have 12 white shirts, 8 blue stripey ones, 4 plain blue … none currently smooth & uncreased. They will be todays task.
Oh, & bedding.
It was a large pile, tbf. The need was great.
Kecks…are they trousers or underpants in your world, Armrest? If the latter, don’t iron them.
Morning!
Soo xx
Trousers Soo.
The latter would be “grundies” (I know), “grunters” or “under-whackers”. They don’t get ironed.
Good morning right back at ya
This should be applied to as many items of laundry as possible, in my opinion. How is her Surprisingness, this morning?
Soo xx
Full of opinions.
None, thankfully, concerning my ironing.
Soo xx
I have made career-affecting decisions on the basis of minimising ironing.
Morning all
I slept from 7.30pm till 9.30am
So that is my reason for being quiet
Fortunate Twellsy! I could do with sleep like that.
Bacon buttie wee birdie?
Allus, me dear. If I turn down a bacon butty, get the coffin ready.
I pondered that, Soo, and concluded that their relatively small numbers compared to shirts, blouses etc strongly suggest the former.
I knew a young feller who shared a Battersea mansion flat with five females, who naturally bullied the poor little sod unmercifully. He occasionally took his revenge by, as he described it,’ tumbledrying their scanties until they’re CRUNCHY’