We all end up paying too much down the line!
After 65 years she thinks her domestic facilities manageress position is permanent, if she doesn’t brighten her ideas up a bit she could be in for a shock. H ell, she’s started calling me Brian (that’s me), I never gave her permission to do that.
WHAT?
I thought I’d ‘had a moment’ when I paid £1.29
That’s more polite than the usual name she uses.
Speaking of mugshots..
What a difference 20 years makes.
We all change with age…but ffs.
And she is still only 57
My Mrs actually showed me this as a warning when she returned from hairdressers and nail bar…and I asked her …
.‘‘HOW MUCH’’ ?
Can’t argue with that, her vocabulary of profanity is spectacular, I thought I knew all the words until I heard her firing off…and I’m easily hurt.
Come on then GOM in the spirit of the thread let’s see a pic of the 2 of you.
I’m picturing an aging Terry and June sat on a sofa in the idyllic bliss of a (very) long term relationship, gazing into each other’s eyes.
Nothing wrong with that either, my own grandparents who I loved dearly were just like that.
C’mon robroy, are you insinuating that grumpy’s old enough to be your grandad?
I’m sorry, I/we don’t do photos. Idyllic bliss ?? I’m afraid not, we have been known for some spectacular ‘domestic riots’, but after all these years love conquers all.
Sadly the poor old soul has been diagnosed with Alzheimers, it’s only mild so she/we are coping very well .
As a result of the diagnosis there have been changes, I am now very ‘domesticated’, for example, I can now work the washing machine totally unsupervised.
I’m 86, she’s 85
Come on man…on another thread he admitted to once being the driver of a ‘Thornycroft’ ffs.
I mean that is one step up from horse and cart haulage.
There are one of 2 reasons he aint putting a pic up on the thread…
He is really an aging distinguished but modern, man about town type of guy, a modern day Jason King who does not want to show it..
Or..
He is and looks older than God’s Dad
(Just joking GOM btw…I aint brave enough to take you on.)
Cheeky bugga.
Oh, and the Thorny was 1962, single drive 8 wheeler with a 4000 gallon tank on. Thornys own engine and box and it was a great machine. So there.
I don’t pee in the fridge, when drunk, anymore.
More upper class in Yorkshire it was the wardrobe not the fridge
1962?
Even my Dad was not driving trucks then.
So come on GOM put us out of our misery.
Is it Jason King style.
Or
Harold Steptoe.
Yer cruisin’ fer a bruisin’, Robroy, if Grumpy ever catches up with you.
I reckon he may well be at the back of a long queue mate.
Nah, I’m a lover not a fighter. Fat, bald, and sexy as hell.
You aint doing so bad if you are still. 'A lover’at 85 mate.
And the picture you paint of your Mrs doesn’t ring true if ya are.
Unless your ‘‘lover’’ type action doesn’t include your Mrs of course…
If you are still '‘putting it about’'at 85,you have suddenlly became my role model..
(I know you can take a joke btw mate.)
The ‘lover’ bit is a dim distant memory …It always was an overrated pastime.
Like a feed, eh? Once had, no longer wanted.