Interesting intervention from Mr B in the comments section, proving that he is pretty unhinged, and in need of a bit of attention (from qualified practitioners). It's all in your head mate. There is no-one out there.
Anyway, off to Scotland tomorrow for a bit of clan gathering. (All three of my sisters will be there, which is a rare occurrence and one that invariably results in me getting into trouble.) Have not as yet purchased blue face paint and sporran, but will see what I can do when I get there. Actually hoping to have a pretty mellow time, taking in a few galleries and trying to blag my way into a great spa in Edinburgh. While not where my heart is, Edinburgh is as close to the city my family comes from as there is.
Will mcreport back.
And Mr B, please don't comment too much on this post. It is about me, not you you freak - something we have been trying to explain to your wife for some time.
the ongoing saga of pretending to be a house husband in the new millennium
Where's Vinderama?
11 comments:
ooh, isn't he nasty
Innee just, want me to do him in my lovely
Nah, he's not worht it - hey, you dont fancy mrs hhn do ya?
well, she's kinda special, but your lovelier innit
Right, you wait till I get you home you good fer nuthin narly little fecker
giv over me love, that stick hurts, get away from me - right hhn, you're in trouble now
Deeply deeply sad...
who is this pillock
actually I love him
oh dear hhn, can we start a petition?
guess Mrs HHn is not Madame B then, because midget boy has huge wanger apparently. stuffs that theory then.
Or maybe she has just forgotten after so many months
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