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47?!?!
Paid not to come back�
No. The war broke out.
1914 was a grim year chez LITSL.
A weekend off and Iâm researching paint. Cunt.
Wot, a trip to B&Q and snaffle all the little colour cards?
And there is the difference between DIY and a proper job.
About ÂŁ40 an hour?
I wish!
When you spend decades building a career and see others land plum jobs easily because of their family nameâŚ
Petrol station hotdogs.
I have no idea if they are a thing in UK but in EU & the sandpit they have this rolling rack that keeps big frankfurter just warm (for days)
They are then inserted into a hollowed out soft roll with a choice of about 200 sauce combinations.
Every single person who orders one seems to wait 20 minutes before choosing said sauces.
And is ALWAYS the car parked at the LPG Pump I need to use
Ffs
On Tuesday we were asked to do British food tomorrow - Turkey.
We checked round and had 9 people confirmed.
Just been making the sausage meat stuffing.
And been told we are down to 2.
And your problem. You have enough stuffing to go around now.
And a 6.8kg fresh Turkey.
Nom nom nom nom nom and probably some more nom nom nom
Turkey curry Wednesday by the sound of it.
I would just be having the stuffing as not fond of turkey at all.
We donât even do turkey at Christmas.
Chicken, mustard roasted beef and gammon *
* Thatâs a small âgâ there!
I used to dream/fantasised about Brunettes from B&Q Nursling.
These days I fantasise about finding a joint of beef of ANY type that could be roasted.
And as for a Gammon JointâŚ
Mrs P_F trying to cure one herself this week as we cant find one.
Kotlets & Goulash
The male half of the world continue to be idiotic tools. Go Marwa!
The Ayatollah has decided to go all âgood lifeâ on me.
Over the weekend a veg Trug turned up out of the blue which of course needed assembling. After an hour of âI did not consentâ and ânot in my nameâ I went off to get my screw driver
Because this is her new hobby, she grabbed the instructions and started barking orders - that was when the first murderous thought popped into my head. Manfully keeping a lid on my temper, I crack on ignoring the barrage of âhelpfulâ instructions.
Complete I pick up my stuff and head to the garage -
âYou are not done yetâshe pipes
The fucking thing is built what more do you want
âYou have to fill it with soil and plant the vegâ
âI thought this was your hobbyâ
âI have just done my nailsâ
âWhereâs my hammerâ
âWhy do you need thatâ
âUse your imaginationâ
So it turns out that her new hobby, is in fact my new hobby. Fucking ace