Do the drugs and alcohol and you will never noticeš
Brother in laws funeral start at 11:30 to funeral home then 13:00 to church then 15:00 to graveyard.
I got chastised for leaving the church for a beer.
Then at the grave site they nearly cannonised him.
He was a cunt when he was alive. He died a cunt. He is still a cunt now he has been planted and non of the relatives can convince me otherwise.
NB I am not bitter and twisted.
They have just had 10 days of looking at him in the funeral home.
It is a fact of life that some people are just cunts Philippine Saint, thereās no getting away from that. Much better to be honest about this rather than be hypocritical and pretend otherwise.
just to make sure the cunt was truly dead?
I wanted to do the cement around his coffin so i knew he was not getting out but was to busy giving his wife the IOUā s he had given me
I have to admit on reading āto busy giving his wifeā I didnāt read the rest at first.
Sorry.
Mrs P_F just had her 1st ever shipment from Temu.
Not one item was even close to being shit.
She is very happy the stuff was stupidly cheap
Yeah, Iāve heard that they are selling random knock off stuff all made in China at ridiculously low prices to undercut opposition to capture market share and is making a loss on every sale. Still if Mrs PF is getting a good deal then fair play
It wasnāt knock off stuff tbh, it was stupid stuff.
Elastic bands (for hair) 1 pack of about 10 bands here is about 2 quid. 1000 bands - 20p ear rings for work - I couldnāt find anything she likes at Christmas under 20 quid sheās got about 20 different sets for 2 quid.
Wouldnāt touch it to buy anything branded but silly stuff for around the house - silicone mats - 5 for a quid.
Start the car to take it to its MOT. Foot on the clutch and it goes right to the floor with no resistance.
This seems to be the year that the cars fight back
I love my car, but right now it feels like itās flirting with my best mate. It hasnāt done anything so far, but every time I look up they are in the corner talking.
I feel I should treat my readers to an update on the plumbing issues.
Plumber friend who I trust comes to look at the leak. I endure the dreaded sharp intake of breath and shaking of head. Then he saw the 50 year old boiler and burst out laughing. A quick examination of the way everything joined up and he almost screamed. He did take photos, presumably for his upcoming book, āHow not to do plumbingā or to share on the plumbersā equivalent of this forum.
I am advised the only sensible answer is to rip out everything and start again. And pay a fucking massive bill. And it really is massive, even on matesā rates.
But I have to be impressed. In just 3 days two plumbers, a joiner and an electrician have stripped out everything and completely renovated. I have lovely shiny pipes. Which join all sorts of things together and will apparently create heat and save me a fortune (to replace the one Iām spending).
Just as an aside, Mrs S has obviously observed that the decor has suffered and so I now just have to repaint the whole house. And convert the old boiler space to a pantry. And convert the pantry/cupboard into something else.
And the plumber has just cheerfully noted āYou know about the leaking roof?ā FFS.
No way to speak about the Lady Mayor.
This one for the Sotonian elder statesmen.
Have you noticed when faced with a flight of steps you used to glide down nimbly just a few years ago, now presents you with the sobering thought of the consequences of just one misstep?
Itās not a conscious decision but the innate instinct of self preservation, and I resent it.