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sort of thing that I have to deal with on a daily basis.
My "Professional gets everything she wants wife" has become fixated over a magnetised wall.
Yes, you heard that correct. She has a dream.
The idea for the magnetised wall is that we can magnet the nippers pictures to the wall like a giant fridge.
So - in between working almost 24 hours a day trying to save my business and house I have found and purchased a 2m x 1m magnetic sheet with a sticky back plastic type operation. I have also purchased and cut a board to put it on and screw to the wall - so here goes.
It’s ended up a bit of a kerfuffle, some might say a disaster, I have attempted the operation and it’s impossible, it keeps sticking to itself and the more I try to rectify the situation the worse it gets. It’s a bit like Father Teds car when he tries to bash out the dent.
I swear to god I am about to go full Arthur Fowler.
Naturally everything will be my fault, I am a useless tvvat and it is also 100% my fault that the painters, the window blind thing man and my so called friend of a builder haven't turned up as promised to do their jobs.
[Post edited 12 Jun 2021 13:58]
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Now I know Footers is bored of me and suggests I am miserable but this is the on 14:01 - Jun 12 by SitfcB
I think I want a motherflutter for when we can go back to Portman Road
It's a cracking name isn't it
I thought of it whilst in a bar in Liuyang listening to Pink Floyd
Things have evolved - I sent the same post about the magnet thing to my mates on our lads whatsapp group and because we are all stupid we decided I should send the same text to my wife as a sort of Larry David accidental text thing.
I just received a call from her indoors
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
It's a woman thing; their 21st century equivalent to scatter cushions and frilly curtain pelmets. I had to find an oversized magnetic board that matched some non-obvious colour scheme. It now sits at a jaunty angle on the kitchen wall as I couldn't get decent wall fixings into the plasterboard. But she's happy (for now).
Now I know Footers is bored of me and suggests I am miserable but this is the on 16:41 - Jun 12 by Swansea_Blue
lol.
It's a woman thing; their 21st century equivalent to scatter cushions and frilly curtain pelmets. I had to find an oversized magnetic board that matched some non-obvious colour scheme. It now sits at a jaunty angle on the kitchen wall as I couldn't get decent wall fixings into the plasterboard. But she's happy (for now).
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