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you lead such an interesting life compared to me…
That sounds like that ambiguous Chinese blessing :)
What about that notice? I’m constantly worried about that gigantic boulder dangling over your head.
Don’t worry M. Worrying about something doesn’t deal with the practical matter in hand. If you want to stop worrying send me a cheque for 1774.46 payable to Lancaster City Council.
I’m experienced at dealing with them and everything will be OK. What will now follow is the kind of labour I should expect to undertake given the way that I choose to live my life. Bailiffs in the UK have few legal rights at the moment, and largely rely on the intimidatory power of typography, and humiliation, often failing to put their faux-angry letters in envelopes.
(Going to change your spelling of “boulder” if you don’t mind.)
Hmmm, having spent the Christmas and initial New Year period watching Sherlock, I can only presume (my dear fellow, as the original ACD Sherlock might have said) that you gave us the ‘ I picked up our tickets–pleased with myself in front of Trina for getting them cheaper from a DJ I know’ comment, to stimulate dialogue wherein we say ‘you clearly want her to like you and enjoy looking good in front of her, which means you like her liking you which means..x.. or ..y… or z’ ….so I will only say: I’m glad to read you still want to impress her… xx PS Hello, again, by the way, sorry I’m such a random and infrequent commentor and PPS I HAVE A BF OF 5 MONTHS NOW - this is truly amazing to me and I am a little bit braver in actually telling people… agh, I hate to tempt fate. AND PPPS WHEN are you coming to the bloody smoke, for chrissakes ? xx
I couldn’t care less what Trina thinks of me and wouldn’t be bothered in the slightest if she ditched me now. But I’m suffering from resource depletion–I’ll be back to normal soon.
But never mind that. I’ll happily come and pester you with a bottle of Prosecco and you can tell me all about the boyf, but please can you contact me again via the link on the RH side? That old email address for me doesn’t work any more, and as you’ve stopped blogging I have no way of contacting you.
If I’m not allowed to get confused over music genres, I’m going to have insist on testing your knowledge of different flours and their uses; the occasions one would use bio, non-bio or colour detergent; and the merits of the various poodle crosses now being bred.
Fab. Now that, Homer, is real knowledge. Practical knowledge. Such as I would expect from someone from your county. You pull off a rare trick of domesticity, wit, intelligence and sexiness, with your individual details and things you say (plus your nice legs). If I can get down to MM Food Festival again, you’re coming with me.
Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence, said a great Sandwichian phillosopher. In the case of Trina you subliminally replaced the word “existence” with “presence".
It doesn’t surprise me. I can’t stand a snoring bedmate.
It’s all about the sense of hearing, Looby. Ned should use headphones instead of torturing his housemates with The Cranberries and you should definitely use earplugs instead of sleeping on the couch.
PS.- I have a book entitled “Sex".
Ned should use headphones of course, but he is a young man, full of his own pleasure and no sense of ego boundary.
The book I lent out was called “Sex in Loving Relationships". What about sex in unloving relationships? That’s when sex is best for me.
i’m quite happy in a relationship that is entering the 8th year. we do not live together, and rarely spend nights together. He’s good with it, as am i. Snoring (his) has become a factor. We both try to accommodate (one hits the couch if it’s a problem), but it will make me crazy… and it makes me feel terribly selfish as well.
You shouldn’t feel selfish about wanting a decent night’s sleep. Trina’s snoring is a big problem. I have lost count of the number of ruined nights’ sleep and then, irritation and tetchiness all the next day. The problem is that she only ever starts doing it when she’s really asleep, so now I just lay there awake and waiting for her to start roaring. Otherwise, you get woken up just at the point where you’re drifing off.
It’s best if we get two beds ready before we go to bed. It’s not satisfactory though. I don’t really sleep properly on the settee and it’s a little bit socially awkward because Tom leaves for work at 7.30ish and so has to walk through the living room where I am wrapped up in a duvet.
My book is called just “Sex” (Erotic work from Cranach to Koone). Some positions are impossibly difficult and demand acrobatic capacities, but they’re worth trying. Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?
Snoring bedmates? I don’t know what it is, we never sleep when we’re in bed :)
I feel your pain: endless questions when you’re ill, excess ‘presence’ and staring at the ceiling as it sounds like someone is kick-starting an old Triumph Bonneville in the corner of the bedroom….
Leni and Hipster: I’ve never been one for trying out many sex positions: the sense of absurdity overcomes me and I start finding it funny. However, Frances was good at that–she’s a nutcase, but what a woman n bed (and the ktichen, etc.). She likes sex, is always in the mood, and always wants lots of it. I blogged about her introducing me to the Reverse Cowgirl. Fucking hell, I thought I was going to die with pleasure.
CS: Hello, very nice to see you here! I only want Trina around when we are doing something purposeful. She likes us to “spend time together", which is one of the most depressing phrases I know.
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