Getting lost by taking wrong turns bring discoveries of places long forgotten.I can only dream of your life. Nobody to please but yourself. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.
Getting them out early. = binfluencerLast Wednesday I put my bins out at 4pm, as usual, to be collected the following morning.
Then I spent the evening looking through the nearly-closed curtains of my living room window. Recording the times my neighbours put their bins out. The guy across the road didn't put his out until 10.07pm. What kind of a feking animal is he?
Bravo!!!!Getting them out early. = binfluencer
That Dull Men's Club is a good laugh. It's kinda spoiled when a woman posts.This thread deserves a bumping. I’m taking inspiration from the Dull Men’s Club on Facebook. I’ll start.
I love trains. Every time I get the train to Dublin I watch Dick Warner’s Series Ironing the Land.
As in ProtestantsNot to be confused with prossies which incidentally can also be screwed.
Correct.That Dull Men's Club is a good laugh. It's kinda spoiled when a woman posts.
And you said never mind that Ipswich are topGot up this morning and walked to the shop for a carton of milk. Bumped into Mrs Murphy on the way back and she was telling me about Mrs Sullivan’s hiatal hernia. Sounds sore tbh.