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Is odd how people differ, a friend showed up the day after i got back from scotland, Had fallen out with her hubby and needed somewhere to hide for a day or two.
Me being me said fine give me a few minutes i went changed sheets and quilt cover, told her she could have bed i would use sofa.
She thanked me and stayed the one night after talking about what had happened i convinced her to go home as the house was half hers, She said she would and as far as i know shes in house hubby is out on his arse lol, she also thanked me for not trying it on with her as most fellas would i said not me.
Reply #4981. Aug 19 12, 4:36 AM
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| lesley153
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| That's clearly why she picked you! Poor hubby. :D |
Reply #4982. Aug 19 12, 5:30 AM
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| lesley153
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Next door spilling out into the back garden, shouting, as usual. There's a car in the drive and the woman shouts at the boy - Daddy's here! Come on!
Boy doesn't want to come on. Boy cries, woman shouts. Joshua, come ON! Joshua has given up crying and is now simply whimpering.
Woman apologises. I'm sorry, Joshy, I shouldn't have thrown that shoe at you. I threw a shoe at him. Come on, Joshy.
Joshy obviously came on, because all is now blissful silence.
Why me? |
Reply #4983. Aug 19 12, 6:07 AM
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Professer
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is wrong you have to Lesley, it should be sorted so you don't.
Have always been the way i am Lesley i treat people as i would want to be treated.
Reply #4984. Aug 19 12, 9:16 AM
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trojan11
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Chin-up, Lesley. Shame about the neighbours.
By the way; a big smile and a lot of thanks from some folk a few thousand miles distant. :)
Reply #4985. Aug 19 12, 9:53 AM
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| veronikkamarrz
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She threw a shoe at the kid? Then can't imagine why he's NOT coming! Sorry, but that's pretty funny. Was it a visiting day for divorced parents? Poor 'Joshy' should have leapt (lept?) from the car at warp speed!;)
Reply #4986. Aug 19 12, 10:13 AM
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| lesley153
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Gary, nothing that can’t be solved by an eviction order, or a cluster of mysterious deaths.
Thanks, Trojan. Chin is well up, honest!
Smile is, of course, returned - as if you needed me to tell you.
VM, it was better than that - she wanted him to leave and get into daddy’s car. How nice it was when they’d gone. It may have been visiting day for divorced parents, or dropping-off day for a daddy who hates his in-laws. I’m sure I’ll find out if I start listening to the shouting. I do hear it, rather too much of it, but rarely listen.
I’ve never understood why “daddy is waiting” is so often a signal for panic. Are all men impatient ogres? I remember a visiting schoolfriend of Jonathan’s, always terrified of making his father wait, bursting for a wee, but putting it on hold as soon as he realised his father was in the drive. It was a half hour drive home. I sent him to the loo while I went out and mollified daddy for an extra minute. How more unhappy would his father have been if he’d weed himself in the car? |
Reply #4987. Aug 19 12, 11:46 AM
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| C30
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Are all men impatient ogres?
Usually "impatient" - yes. "Ogres"?, depends on the male!
I have always confessed that if patience is indeed a virtue, then it is a virtue that I posses in very small quantities!
I want it NOW........preferably sooner! Lol
Reply #4988. Aug 20 12, 1:29 AM
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| lesley153
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Me too! the sooner the better! The bit I don't understand is why Keeping Daddy Waiting is such a great sin.
That reminds me of a conversation (not sure if that's the right word) with husband a lifetime ago. We'd taken sprog to school and, of course, he'd grumbled that I wasn't the first parent out of the school. ("You haven't been Talking. To. People, have you?") When we got home, he went straight to the computer, and spent three hours on it - on dial-up. He left it when lunch was ready, then he immersed himself in a book.
Without warning, he leapt to his feet and announced his intention to go into town.
Ooh I'd like to come too. I just need to put my shoes on.
"No, I haven't got time to wait while you get your shoes on. I've got to go now."
He was out of the front door, and got the car engine running, before I had time to close my mouth.
I rather think that was beyond impatient and into "ogre" territory - not to mention Centre of Universe. |
Reply #4989. Aug 20 12, 5:49 AM
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| lesley153
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My niece who had botched gastric surgery, followed by two botched corrections, is going to get corrective surgery next week. This one is going to be done by the man who is apparently regarded as the top bariatric surgeon in the country, and has recently specialised in corrective surgery. Hers is now so complex that I don't think he's decided what he's going to do yet. Forget scared, she is terrified. She took herself to hospital today - a week early, but she could no longer compensate at home. She's going to be rehydrated and kept in till the surgeon gets back from his holiday on Monday.
The surgeon who messed hers up no longer works at the hospital. She isn't the only person he messed up. I don't know where he is now but I'm sure there's a lynch mob waiting for him outside wherever it is. |
Reply #4990. Aug 20 12, 4:32 PM
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tezza1551
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Lesley, your post about your husband suddenly announcing he was going to town struck a chord with me.
I would wait in town after a 10 hour night duty to get whatever we needed from the shop.. anything from sheep drench to toilet cleaner (yes, all in the one shop), drive home the 40 km and fall into bed, to wake up a couple of hours later and find he had gone to town to buy....beer !
(Which of course, HAD HE ASKED ME, I could have picked up on the way TO work the evening before !)
Grrrrrr.....
Reply #4991. Aug 20 12, 5:46 PM
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| lesley153
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Alternatively - could he have gone into town for sheep drench and beer, and let you fall into bed that much earlier?
Our trip into town was less than two miles, trivial compared with 40km, and a lot lighter on petrol.
For the record, I was one pace away from my shoes. All I had to do was step into them. It was nothing to do with shoes, obviously. Most of the time, he would jump out of his chair, and say "I've got to go and..." and would be out of the house before he'd finished his sentence. Great institution, marriage! |
Reply #4992. Aug 20 12, 7:23 PM
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| veronikkamarrz
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Mind you, I'm not defending the men...But most times, I think it's 'the drive' that draws them. As soon as the opportunity presents, they're out the door, and into the car!
Don't think I would allow it, but they could try. :)
Reply #4993. Aug 20 12, 7:39 PM
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MarchHare007
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Hmm a 'warning' would be the thing - Steve And My Pet Nerd, just vaporise at will. Then I'm given the 'I could have picked that up for you' when I say I need to run into to town for the whatever!
I think you're right Veronikka.
Reply #4994. Aug 20 12, 8:00 PM
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MarchHare007
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Lesley, I wish your niece a healthy recovery.
Perhaps the original surgeon is suffering from a well deserved bout of karma?
Reply #4995. Aug 20 12, 8:06 PM
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| lesley153
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We don't ask for much, and a warning would be good. An invitation would be even better - ideally not accompanied by grimaces and grinding teeth.
Thanks, MH. The karma he deserves probably isn't legal, but we can hope! |
Reply #4996. Aug 20 12, 8:20 PM
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tezza1551
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Yes, telling me the night before & picking up the other stuff would have been nice..I was doing it like that to save on petrol...
then.. I got the account from the shop... HE WAS BOOKING UP THE BEER...AND EXPECTING ME TO PAY FOR IT !!
Reply #4997. Aug 20 12, 9:21 PM
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tezza1551
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Forgot to add that after the first 5 years we were married, he wouldn't go ANYWHERE with me ...
Reply #4998. Aug 20 12, 9:23 PM
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| C30
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I can see where the idea of "First Wives Club" came from! Lol
(Says he on his 3rd marriage)
Your poor niece's experiences, mirror those of my father in a way, though probably less serious in his case.
He was involved in a car accident, taken to Addenbrookes Hospital, where in the fullness of time he was discharged though still in pain.
After a while, he called his own GP from home, who had him admitted to Newmnarket Hospital instead - there they discovered he had a broken rib, which Addenbrookes somehow failed to discover!
Reply #4999. Aug 21 12, 1:44 AM
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| lesley153
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Charging his beer? That's evil!
We used to go out and socialise often enough when we were in London, except I recall going to a lot of parties by myself because he didn't want to go... but all that came to an abrupt halt when we arrived in Bedford, where I didn't know anyone. Eventually, ten years after we moved, he admitted that he had declined all invitations from Bedford people, on the grounds that I was ill.
That would explain the number of people who phoned and sounded surprised to hear my voice. "Lesley! how ARE you?" Actually, that might also explain why he was always in my face the moment I picked the phone up. Hmmm.
But Ray, you were third time lucky! People have stopped asking me if and when I'll remarry. I think they've got the idea now.
Well done Addenbrookes. I thought they were better than that. :( |
Reply #5000. Aug 21 12, 7:26 AM
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