Living with Depression and Aspergers as well as copious physical problems this blog is my humourous outlook on life and the adventures I have. They may or may not happen............You decide
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Spank me very much...............
Well it has been sure nice today not to have to rush around doing stuff
at the old house. I only had to go for an x-ray on me poor old spine -
that feckin woman poked my hips 'trying to find them'. I told her they
was under a layer of cake- it can't be helped- cake is soooo nice. Also
the ironing board shaped woman next door has painted her fence in pastel
colour stripes. It looks like a block of neopolitan icecream and you
know me and ice cream guys- I just couldn't resist a
lick. Now she is telling the other neighbours that I am a bit odd-
cheeky wench! She is the odd one painting her fence to look like ice
cream. Also I am not sure moving to a house with sooo many loos is a
good idea. I keep struggling up the stairs (because thats how it be for
me now)- then getting to bathroom and then mines Mr Husband shouts if I
am alright and what am I doing. Then I tell him 'It be ok, I am just
coming up for a wee'. Then he says 'Why the feck don't use the
downstairs loo?'. Bugger, Bugger, Bugger. I forgot. Also by then I have
passed another one.. I did just the same tonight and then I couldn't get
out because the lock jammed. I don't mind telling ye I was all of a
panick. I yelled for mines Mr Husband ' Fire, fire', I shouted. He came
running up the stairs with his hose in his hand. 'Where is the fire
mines wife'. I had to admit there wasn't one. 'There isn't one but I
wanted you to hurry. I be locked in the lavatory and I be afraid of
being here from Monday til Saturday and I be about to have a major panic
attack'. He fought with the lock from t'other side- Remember how they
used to open with a penny? Now its a £2 coin that does the job. That be
inflation that be. Mines Mr Husband don't be carrying cash (so don't be
bothering to rob him)- but he used a key to get me free. 'My hero', I
said. 'My cuckoo, everso slightly de-ranged wife'- he said. 'Why the
feckin hell did ye lock the door?'. 'Have ye not heard of privacy?' I
asked. 'Don't be locking the door again when ye go for a wee'- he
chastised, 'and use the loo down stairs'. So Beth Anne, that's wrists
slapped and ears burnt. That be me told!! I bent forward 'May as well
slap me arse', I said- 'please'. Well there be no harm in trying!!
Tomorrow is another day and I wish I was on holiday with little sister
(the one with the issues)- then I may be able to have some fun!
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