😠 The Little Annoyances Of Everyday Life (Part 1)

47?!?!

Paid not to come back…?

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No. The war broke out.

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1914 was a grim year chez LITSL.

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A weekend off and I’m researching paint. Cunt.

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Wot, a trip to B&Q and snaffle all the little colour cards?

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And there is the difference between DIY and a proper job.

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About ÂŁ40 an hour?

I wish!

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When you spend decades building a career and see others land plum jobs easily because of their family name…

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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.
:face_with_symbols_over_mouth:

And your problem. You have enough stuffing to go around now.:grin::grin:

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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.

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We don’t even do turkey at Christmas.

Chicken, mustard roasted beef and gammon *

* That’s a small ‘g’ there! :smiley:

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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 Joint…
Mrs P_F trying to cure one herself this week as we cant find one.

Kotlets & Goulash

It’s the weekend and I have to spend it teaching one of the dogs to read

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The male half of the world continue to be idiotic tools. Go Marwa!

The Ayatollah has decided to go all “good life” on me.

Over the weekend a veg Trug turned up out of the blue which of course needed assembling. After an hour of “I did not consent” and “not in my name” 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 “helpful” instructions.

Complete I pick up my stuff and head to the garage -

“You are not done yet”she pipes

The fucking thing is built what more do you want

“You have to fill it with soil and plant the veg”

“I thought this was your hobby”

“I have just done my nails”

“Where’s my hammer”

“Why do you need that”

“Use your imagination”

So it turns out that her new hobby, is in fact my new hobby. Fucking ace

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