Sunday papers
I hate decisions.
It is a fairly typical Autumn day here. It’s cold, grey and the rain is pissing down like an elephant after a feed of pints, with no signs of any let-up. It’s just after three in the afternoon but already I have the lights on. In short – it’s a miserable fucking day.
Now Herself likes her Sunday papers. She gets restless without them and that means a sulk for the next week.
So do I go and collect the paper now and get drenched for the rest of the day?
Do I go and dry out in the pub?
Do I leave it ‘til later so that I’ll spend a lesser portion of the day dripping on the floor?
Do I tell Herself to go get it if it’s so damned important, and then try to live with the consequences?
Do I invite the daughter up for the evening [and by the way, could she collect the paper on the way?] and suffer a house full of noisy grandkids?
I fucking hate decisions.
At this hour of the day, it's old news anyway so I'd just sit tight…..unless like here it's all about the shopping ads. But then again, no ads….no shopping!
Now I'm off to find myself a newspaper.
Any chance you could scan it and email me the scan?
Be creative. Invite the daughter, retire to the pub before the brood arrives. If Herself is anything like my Bride, she'll hardly notice your absence.
Welcome JB! That would involve going out in the rain. Mind you – at least there is a decent incentive?
I've been toying with the idea of inviting the daughter and then firing the grandkids out into the garden to play? That could work.
Thanks! I've been here before, but staying in Holland now so the IP is unfamiliar. Enjoying similar weather, even though London seems to absorbing all the rain before it reaches us here.
I've tried without success to send my grandkids out of the house. "They're young," I hear. As if an electric fence cares about age.
You must have used a different email or summat. Sure, you're always welcome anyway!
Have you thought about those electric dog fences? They are brilliant! Just put the collar on the kid and if they roam too near the fence [or the door back into the house] they get a lovely jolt in the neck.
Buy her an Ipad or similar.
I have enough trouble constantly buying her reading glasses as she keeps losing them. I'm not going to get into the habit of regularly buying iPads!
Off topic for sure and a linky thing so may hit the spam sandbox but bugger it the article is worth a read as I bet there is a similar scam operating in the Emerald Isle,
http://www.spectator.co.uk/features/8766481/the-great-british-wind-scam/
You can be sure the same applies here. United Europe = Scams without Borders.
Havent you trained your new wee dog to go fetch a paper from the newsagents?
Hahahaha! You have to be joking! It's after half four and she still hasn't been in the garden for a piss today. SHe is hobbling around with her hind legs crossed and sweat on her brow, but there is no fucking way she is going out in that.
Wow, your a brave man!
Don't tell me you would meekly get drenched for the sake of a fucking newspaper??
Rather get a wee bit wet, than the pain a woman can inflect over the smallest of infractions.
Which is worse – the belt of the frying pan or the lash of the tongue?
http://www.survivalsolutions.com/store/media/Sanitation/DogAndSaddleBag_Full.jpg
Nice one! I wonder if they hold a six-pack?
Buy her a slicker and boots. Then tell her it's a nature hike. Good for her health to talk a walk, so to speak. As for here, not a cloud in the sky. The comtrails are clearly visiible.
If you have loads of comtrails then you are probably in for another Superstorm! Superstorm Penny [seeing as they like to name them after my dogs for some reason]?
All I want is a simple (?) rain as we are under 6 inches of the blessed wet stuff for 2012. And, I went to the interweb site that one of your readers posted about comtrails. Yep, it is confirmed. There are tons of Merkan wack jobs.
Open a pub in the house and sell newspapers.
Too much hard work!
If anyone is interested in my final decision?
I decided to tell her the road was flooded.
Sorted!