Cats. Managed to get talked into getting 2 of the feckers. Working from home today and was planning to cook a nice roast dinner for the family. They brought a mouse in and I spent all afternoon trying to catch it. All the appliances had to come out along with the plinths. Managed to get it after 3 hours of trying. I didn't have the heart to kill it, stunned it and put it done the garden, where I'm sure the cats caught it anyway. Went to put everything back and the dishwasher inlet hose split and I managed to shatter the glass front door to the oven.
Upside is we got a takeaway Indian on the way back from B&Q for a new hose, downside probably looking at £200 for a new door.
Oh, and my daughter managed to spill Ribena all over the popadums at the table.
Finally getting a new oven fitted tomorrow (couldn't get a replacement door). Pulled the oven out to clean behind it tonight and there was a dead bird behind it. God knows how it managed to get behind the oven. F*****g cats!
Continuing this poxy saga, they came to deliver and fit the new oven today but wouldn't install it due to regs as the bloody splashback is laminate and classed as combustable! Was so annoyed, I told them to take it away and cancelled the order. Luckily, I checked the supplier and discovered that the replacement door that I was told was obsolete 3 weeks ago is now in stock. Ordered one, fingers crossed they'll deliver it as planned tomorrow.
I'll say it again - Fucking cats.
Christmas is saved! The door arrived, is the right colour and fitted fine (not even a hint of swearing by me when fitting)
Someone at work playing Christmas songs on her PC all day, including a whole album by Michael fucking Buble.
This man has made a career making music for carveries. If I go to a carvery on a Sunday on the outskirts of Wolverhampton, I fully expect the accompanying music to be Buble.
Someone at work playing Christmas songs on her PC all day, including a whole album by Michael fucking Buble.
This man has made a career making music for carveries. If I go to a carvery on a Sunday on the outskirts of Wolverhampton, I fully expect the accompanying music to be Buble.
Someone at work playing Christmas songs on her PC all day, including a whole album by Michael fucking Buble.
This man has made a career making music for carveries. If I go to a carvery on a Sunday on the outskirts of Wolverhampton, I fully expect the accompanying music to be Buble.
The carveries are better round Walsall, mate
Whichever carvery you choose, whether it be in the black country or in upper kent, Buble was born to make music for the patrons
When getting off the train and people press the door release buttons over and over again before the train grinds to a halt.
Doesn't annoy me, they just look like prats. A woman does it every morning as she gets on the train. Even her mate laughs and tells her the doors won't open until the light comes on. Silly cow still stands there pressing the button like mad.
When getting off the train and people press the door release buttons over and over again before the train grinds to a halt.
Doesn't annoy me, they just look like prats. A woman does it every morning as she gets on the train. Even her mate laughs and tells her the doors won't open until the light comes on. Silly cow still stands there pressing the button like mad.
That one time when the doors open and you can jump out as the train is still moving, gently coming to a halt. That one moment is worth a lifetime of looking like a prat. Happened to me once. You lot haven't lived.
Edit - I always wait for the light to come on, even on that one great day.
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First 5 pages in the sports supplement this morning on him, then an advert, then a full page about Chelsea loanees.
There's another 91 clubs in our leagues, we don't ALL support one of the biggest 5 or 6 teams!
The cats are still little shits though.
"Hi - please could I have a reset of my Bet365 password..."
Ffs.
Well if you speak like that I most certainly fucking don't.
I'm in trouble now.
Bellends.
Just phuck off.
I fully advocate the use of the term dude
I'll temper that by chopping it up and also using winkle, mate, pal, shag, chav, mush, fella, geezer or cock
Next thing you know people will be calling me 'buddy...............hold on a minute.....!
In fact any words leaving their lips will be unacceptable
Sometimes, you just need two.
Or, three
Edit - I always wait for the light to come on, even on that one great day.