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Dear Deirdre, Marjorie, Kimmy or whoever you are,

I had a wonderful weekend sailing to Cherbourg and back, and had a great run ashore. On board ParaHandy's "manky old boat" (quote JR), were Twisterless Ken, Trevor Lovelace, Jimi Dormouse and myself. I certainly feel like they are now real friends, instead of just 'virtual' as before.

Jimi very kindly brought me home on Sunday, well actually Monday because it was past midnight when we arrived and unceremoniously dumped all my wet gear, boxes of wine, etc on the front doorstep, and off drove Jimi.

I went to the bedroom to notify SWMBO of my arrival, with a big cuddle and a kiss. I requested that she prepare a 16oz steak with chips and all the trimmings, after which would follow at least an hour of wild passionate sex.

She said that, although my new hairstyle was 'different', I was stubbly and stank of seawater(unsurprising, eh, Ken?), and that I should go away and leave her alone - well that was the tone of her brief sentence, anyway.

This was a major disappointment to me as I had been looking forward to the meal since mid-Channel.

Was I being unreasonable?

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Women like to be spoiled a little

Dear Bignick,

I think you might have had a little more success if you had promised your wife some kind of special treat, as an incentive to do some cooking. I am a little suprised that the offer of sexual congress with a romantically windswept matelot did not do the trick, but you might find that if, for example, you had tempted her with the prospect of letting her wash the clothing that you had worn over the weekend (socks, in particular, seem to be an irresistible lure), things might have panned out very differently.

Hope this helps,

Marge

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Re: Women like to be spoiled a little

Dear Bignick -
For future reference I found the question

"Hello I'm home, when have you planned get down to clean up the boat dear?"

didn't help much

Ian

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Well, I thought I had the answer to this one. I just jumped into the car in full oilies and wellies - SWMBO likes a man in wellies. "Do you know one?", I hear you say. Anyway, what I got was - "You look older, some hobbie! You'd better take those off there and dump em before you come in. D'ya want a cup of tea?".

Like to have helped..

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Duncan on the jetty 19:30 Thursday - mobile rings: "but I did say Thursday" - "no, no I'm at Northney Dear" - "I did leave a note" - "etc.....

Priceless - and I though I pushed my luck!!


Ian

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Re: How do they do it?

Women must have some inbuilt sense about what their menfolk are up to.

Now in my world the shortest measurable period of time is that between securing the boat in its berth after a single handed channel crossing, and getting the kettle on (this period is infact much shorter than the more usual definition - of the period between the lights going green and the gentleman behind tooting his horn).

However yesterday SWMBO managed to time her "where are you" call to hit the middle of that slot (any earlier and I would not have been able to answer).

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it was an honest misunderstanding - she thought we were going to discuss my going that evening, I just thought as I was going that evening I should say goodbye.

simple - but a slightly tricky moment when she called......

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box of choccies and bunch of roses were proffered as you entered the house? no? dearie me
stu

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Say, Bye! and go out on the piss with the boys on the yahoo or pop off for the weekend with girlfriend or sailing or motor car/bike racing etc, etc.

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