claymore
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Dear Heart considers us all to be anoraks - her eye takes on a strange and not altogether pleasant glint as she utters the word and its something I live in constant threat of each time I disappear to the loft where we keep the computer as she once caught me posting instead of marking.
Yesterday we took tea at the house of Dear Hearts Sister - this is the younger sister with the flat chest but rather pleasant bottom. The people next door are enthusiasts for WWII vehicles and often dress up in full military regalia whilst they polish their willys (Jeeps)
Yesterday there was a Tank and a Scammel Breakdown truck parked outside and what seemed a regiment of people in khaki uniforms - British and American - perhaps it was the beer in me but I uttered a few critical words and Dear Heart took issue. She's a great one for defending causes and so I found myself embroiled in a discussion concerning the futility of grown men dressing up in uniforms and driving round in military vehicles. To cut to the chase here - she actually asked me how I could be so critical when I am as big an anorak as "all those other anoraks who you spend hours with on the computer"
I wish to develop round 2 of this debate and so would welcome some stiffish, body-checking one liners - or if Mirelle is around, a reasoned viewpoint that will draw from the lips of the Mother of our Child something resembling an apology. I have to say that since 1972 - the year of our Marriage, there have only been two apologies. One when she failed to steady the ladder, resulting in my fall from the damson tree and one when she skiied over my hand. I feel there have been several opportunities for other apologies but it's not something she really likes to do.
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Claymore
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Yesterday we took tea at the house of Dear Hearts Sister - this is the younger sister with the flat chest but rather pleasant bottom. The people next door are enthusiasts for WWII vehicles and often dress up in full military regalia whilst they polish their willys (Jeeps)
Yesterday there was a Tank and a Scammel Breakdown truck parked outside and what seemed a regiment of people in khaki uniforms - British and American - perhaps it was the beer in me but I uttered a few critical words and Dear Heart took issue. She's a great one for defending causes and so I found myself embroiled in a discussion concerning the futility of grown men dressing up in uniforms and driving round in military vehicles. To cut to the chase here - she actually asked me how I could be so critical when I am as big an anorak as "all those other anoraks who you spend hours with on the computer"
I wish to develop round 2 of this debate and so would welcome some stiffish, body-checking one liners - or if Mirelle is around, a reasoned viewpoint that will draw from the lips of the Mother of our Child something resembling an apology. I have to say that since 1972 - the year of our Marriage, there have only been two apologies. One when she failed to steady the ladder, resulting in my fall from the damson tree and one when she skiied over my hand. I feel there have been several opportunities for other apologies but it's not something she really likes to do.
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Claymore
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