So I figured I would go on a diet, to be slim and trim, fit and able (!) in time for Melody's arrival. Plenty of time. She doesn't get here until next Thursday. But at the doctor's.........
I've delegated all that to her. Then if I'm not back in tip-top condition in a year or two, I'll know where to lay the blame. The first cleaning crew will be here at 10am, in full NBC gear
I was thinking more like..ear rings down the back of the settee....or small items of clothing you wouldn't admit to wearing yourself.
No earrings. No stray skimpies. I've been a good boy while I've waited this last seven months. ....And ever the gallant, chivalrous gentleman, I will wait until she has carried in the last of her suitcases before I jump on her bones. One must maintain a semblance of decorum Mac.
I think it's about 7 tads. @KeithAngel - What? just lying there, not making any effort? Sounds a lot like my first wife. I knew it was time to break up when she asked if I would move the telly to one side so she could see it better before I got into my stride. (I used to do it for longer than the ad break, just to annoy her). I never thought she might have passed out. I thought she was just undemonstrative. I asked her if she felt the Earth move. She said, "To be fair, I can feel the Earth move as you walk up the driveway."
Will that be before or after she has cooked dinner, pegged-out three washing-machine loads, done the ironing and walked the dog?
Show-off! I hope she realises just how fortunate she is that you're not a farmer - she'd be that busy but at least you'd get the crossword finished each day!
