A Wasted Day
NB This has nothing to do with being a) drunk b) a drunk.
We were going out. I was dressed. Wifey was making herself look pretty(err). I made a phone call.
Me: Dear BOC. Why are you so crap at delivering oxygen to my wife?
BOC: I'm sorry. Again. He came on Wednesday. Even though he has a key he did not use it for he is not allowed.
Me: Then what is the point of him having it?
BOC: Err....He'll be coming today.
And so we waited in.....and waited....still he's not here. It's lovely outside. We were going to B&Q but I was to surprise the wife with a visit to the pub luncheon department. We wait...
2 comments:
It's clearly been a long time since I was last in B&Q if they've started serving beer and grub?
Indeed. Our local store has it's own brewery and Real Ale on tap. These are the joys of living in country bumpkin land.
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