As my mum would have it. Big man big cock, small man, ALL COCK.
I’m getting old enough to realise that the velcro option is the way to go…!
Looks like Daggering from above.
This morning i decided to disconnect all the audio and video equipment in the living room and tidy the wiring etc.
Bitten off more than I can chew tbh.
Sometimes it is best to leave the house of cards well alone.
Looks familiar
it is a delicate subject , i had some tenants in a flat which was close to others and they were making a great distrurbance with their loud sexual activity . and yet they complained about other neighbours noise . had to have words with them . but thats worrying about the ceiling rose
When I lived in a flat in Pimlico we had some comedy neighbours move in for a short time. She would get in at about midnight, stagger down the stairs utterly pissed and usually fall over. They would then have a blazing row at the top of their voices in Chinese for maybe 20 minutes, followed by a really noisy make-up fuck.
Nothing in our flat was damaged by this, but the ceiling was very thin. I was glad to move out.
Clearing out my mothers flat in Cardiff, wonderful a 350 mile drive and sifting through crap.
ditto … had a fabulous sofa with just a little bit of wear on seat , electric leather recliner 2013 and had to pay 30 quid to get it sent to tip in case charity shop could not use it . very sad and emotional clearing someones house , i wish you well in the onerous task
They are always bigger than you think
Why couldn’t a charity shop take it?
Cleaning the brewery in preparation for a new batch tomorrow. In the process, rearranging the shelving. Noting the beers which I had forgotten about and realising I need a better system for keeping track of stock. Narelle has volunteered to produce a spreadsheet
Hosting a couple of Villagers to watch the Rugby.
No fire safety sticker?
Could be, but 2013?
Watching the rugby in Cardiff with my girls. Nice for my daughter to see her team win on her first visit to the stadium, and also great to see the crowd’s appreciation for Doddie Weir and his MND charity.
Taking advantage of the MiL who is babysitting peg leg and spending some much overdue time with our eldest daughter. She has very much taken a back seat recently. Spent the day in the hell hole that is Bluewater buying her treats for absolutely smashing her 11+ with a combined mark of 98% , even though we have hypocritically decided to send her to a Catholic school. Just back from a meal at her favourite local Italian restaurant. Rather pished after 4 Peroni, 3 Sambuca and a brandy coffee:
Kudos, I’d be pretty pished too. I’m surprised an 11yo isn’t comatose, obviously she’s an Apprentice Abattoirist.