I know how that feels, real sense of accomplishment, did you then strut into the kitchen to show off your achievement or was that just me??
Mick
I know how that feels, real sense of accomplishment, did you then strut into the kitchen to show off your achievement or was that just me??
He wouldn't need to pull his trousers up for that.
He only sends those to Yorick.
Been like that for a number of years now, albeit with socks as my nemesis. My wife used to be a carer and offers to help, but I always say to her, my Mum was the last woman to help me dress and it'll stay like that. Then I struggle, moan and swear, but then victory and then I enjoy the ridiculous sense of achievement putting your own socks on brings!
We both put our backs out fighting in East End pub brawls, carrying sacks of 'ookey gear to John the Fence and shagging cock-er-ney birds, innit.
Up north we fight in pubs, shift moody gear and shag birds before breakfast, and we drink proper beer.
What’s that - North of Dubai Creek and the badlands of Diera?