I can’t open the new child proof washing tablet boxes. Cut my finger opening it recently, just tore the lid off and got rid.
Can’t parents just ensure they store domestic stuff away from their kids!?!?
I done the same this evening, tore the lid off. Could not click the bloody thing open no matter what I tried. I think a few years back there were a lot of kids ending up in hospital after eating the pod things so understand why they introduced the locks. But like you say its easy to store stuff higher up instead of under the sink. Or just do what I done when I had toddlers exploring and stick a safety lock on the cupboards and drawers, they are excellent and not too costly.
Or, don’t have kids and rip the lid off and leave them ‘on the side’. There are many options.
I can’t open the new child proof washing tablet boxes. Cut my finger opening it recently, just tore the lid off and got rid.
Can’t parents just ensure they store domestic stuff away from their kids!?!?
I done the same this evening, tore the lid off. Could not click the bloody thing open no matter what I tried. I think a few years back there were a lot of kids ending up in hospital after eating the pod things so understand why they introduced the locks. But like you say its easy to store stuff higher up instead of under the sink. Or just do what I done when I had toddlers exploring and stick a safety lock on the cupboards and drawers, they are excellent and not too costly.
Or, don’t have kids and rip the lid off and leave them ‘on the side’. There are many options.
Wonder sometimes how we made it to the age we have!
I mean, they do look delicious those little squidgy balls of chemicals
I can’t open the new child proof washing tablet boxes. Cut my finger opening it recently, just tore the lid off and got rid.
Can’t parents just ensure they store domestic stuff away from their kids!?!?
I done the same this evening, tore the lid off. Could not click the bloody thing open no matter what I tried. I think a few years back there were a lot of kids ending up in hospital after eating the pod things so understand why they introduced the locks. But like you say its easy to store stuff higher up instead of under the sink. Or just do what I done when I had toddlers exploring and stick a safety lock on the cupboards and drawers, they are excellent and not too costly.
I recall Harry Rednapp's grandchild requiring medical attention after consuming some cleaning fluid.
Harry said that 'Sarn' turned the kid upside down and gave the kitchen floor a once over before they left for the hospital.
The realisation that a chunk of my £157.50 a year TV Licence is spent feeding luxury food to that fat Millwall fan on the various incarnations of Master Chef
The realisation that a chunk of my £157.50 a year TV Licence is spent feeding luxury food to that fat Millwall fan on the various incarnations of Master Chef
Receiving emails from Sky laying out my 'treats and rewards'.
As a Diamond Sky VIP member I am it seems, being given the chance to enter into a raffle. I don't think I can contain myself for a whole seven days awaiting the next treat.
Check back next week for even more rewards just for you.
Receiving emails from Sky laying out my 'treats and rewards'.
As a Diamond Sky VIP member I am it seems, being given the chance to enter into a raffle. I don't think I can contain myself for a whole seven days awaiting the next treat.
Check back next week for even more rewards just for you.
I’m in the same category as you, and get the same pathetic emails each week, just wondering if anyone has won anything, I know I haven’t but I suppose you need to enter.
Receiving emails from Sky laying out my 'treats and rewards'.
As a Diamond Sky VIP member I am it seems, being given the chance to enter into a raffle. I don't think I can contain myself for a whole seven days awaiting the next treat.
Check back next week for even more rewards just for you.
I’m in the same category as you, and get the same pathetic emails each week, just wondering if anyone has won anything, I know I haven’t but I suppose you need to enter.
Me too. Although a few months back they asked me if I wanted a free remote for my Sky Q, which I already have two. I had anyway.
Without having read or watched any can I just guess that we were shit and toothless, fluked a goal and then sat back to defend with all 11 behind the ball just to prove again that we can’t do that...
Judge Rinder. Just annoys me in general People not moving vehicles out the way for emergency services. Putting up Xmas lights on windows. Setting up boardgame Mousetrap. Men wearing trousers up near the ankles. Ankle swingers are not fashion.
Judge Rinder. Just annoys me in general People not moving vehicles out the way for emergency services. Putting up Xmas lights on windows. Setting up boardgame Mousetrap. Men wearing trousers up near the ankles. Ankle swingers are not fashion.
For my sins I watch Tipping Point regularly and I notice when ever a young person, male or female are on, most wear trousers like this, I just thought it was me being an old fart, but possibly not this time
Judge Rinder. Just annoys me in general People not moving vehicles out the way for emergency services. Putting up Xmas lights on windows. Setting up boardgame Mousetrap. Men wearing trousers up near the ankles. Ankle swingers are not fashion.
For my sins I watch Tipping Point regularly and I notice when ever a young person, male or female are on, most wear trousers like this, I just thought it was me being an old fart, but possibly not this time
Ah, so it was you staring at the arse of the girl in the red hot pants suit who won 10K this week. And I thought it was only me ;-)
That effing Coca Cola Christmas lorry's on the telly again. Dunno why, but it absolutely infuriates me. "Holidays are coming, holidays are coming..........."
I know there's some sort of historical Christmas/Coca Cola connection, but I'm sure it's pretty tenuous. It's just American nonsense. For starters, when I sing "Holidays are coming", it's because I'm a week or so away from jetting off to somewhere hot and sunny with an abundance of exotic-looking beauties and cheap, ice cold beers, and certainly not because I'm 5 weeks away from being force fed turkey and sprouts against a backdrop of Gavin & Stacey repeats.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
I'm the same as you mate, I don't bother getting out of my chair now until my missus has finally finished chatting and is walking out the front door.
Same. There has been many a time where I have left the mrs, her mum and old man chatting away in the hallway, While I've made my way back to their front room and sat back down.
As you say the conversation goes on for another 45 minutes and I dont want to be stood in the in laws hallway with my coat on for 45 fecking minutes.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
You've obviously visited my missus and her family at Christmas too.
I give her the secret codeword for "I've had enough now!". There's a 45 min pause before she annouces we're off and a further hour after that before we make it to the car. Including the 15 minutes sweating in our jackets in the hallway.
It's getting to the stage we're I'm going to have to tell her to let them know we're off home before we arrive.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
Are they from Kent?
Well not originally, but virtually every example of the scenario in question has taken place in Kent, which is where my parents have lived since 1987. Do you think it's a specifically Kentish issue then?
My ex was from Barnsley, so obviously it's to be expected that she would have some irritating social habits, although I must admit I was quite surprised that she knew enough words to sustain a conversation for 45 minutes.
I've received a letter from 'NHS England and NHS Improvement' reminding me that I need (at my age) to book an appointment to get a flu jab. A second letter in the envelope informs me that the cost of sending printed posts like this runs into 100's of millions of pounds. They have included a QR code which will direct me to a site where my preferred contact details can be updated.
The thing is I have already had a flu jab. I have a GP who administered the jab and has all my details, including phone number and email address. Surely NHS England could co-ordinate - at least initially - through the GP network and save the much needed funds to which they allude?
To add insult to injury the QR code took me to a site that was down anyway. I will try again later of course.
I'd complain if I could or if I thought it would make a difference, but where on earth would you even start?
In all seriousness just cos your GP has all your salient details doesn't mean they've passed them on to any other health agency. Inform your GP surgery and you may find they can do something to join up the dots. We had similar with being identified as vulnerable requiring shielding earlier this year. Checked the NHS letter with GP and they joined it up. Result, we got taken off the central 'needs to shield' list. It was as simplistic as something that had been prescribed years ago.
Receiving emails from Sky laying out my 'treats and rewards'.
As a Diamond Sky VIP member I am it seems, being given the chance to enter into a raffle. I don't think I can contain myself for a whole seven days awaiting the next treat.
Check back next week for even more rewards just for you.
I’m in the same category as you, and get the same pathetic emails each week, just wondering if anyone has won anything, I know I haven’t but I suppose you need to enter.
Paying that much money to that corporation surely marks you out for special treatment tho, innit?
That effing Coca Cola Christmas lorry's on the telly again. Dunno why, but it absolutely infuriates me. "Holidays are coming, holidays are coming..........."
I know there's some sort of historical Christmas/Coca Cola connection, but I'm sure it's pretty tenuous. It's just American nonsense. For starters, when I sing "Holidays are coming", it's because I'm a week or so away from jetting off to somewhere hot and sunny with an abundance of exotic-looking beauties and cheap, ice cold beers, and certainly not because I'm 5 weeks away from being force fed turkey and sprouts against a backdrop of Gavin & Stacey repeats.
Not sure if it's an urban myth but I recall that Father Christmas is red and white solely down to coca cola marketing and he was green and white before then.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
You need to be more honest but with swear words.
Something like:
”Listen, we’ve had a lovely time although the last three hours have been fucking unbearable. And boring.
I do not now need to stand around discussing utter shit for another forty five pissing minutes when we’ve got a git of a drive home and I’m busting for a dump. The food you served up was abominable and I’ll most likely be shitting through the eye of a needle for a week. And if you ever make us sit through repeats of Miranda and Mrs Brown’s Boys again, I will swing for you.
Less of an issue this year due to Covid, but with the festive season approaching, there's still an opportunity to witness this irritating scenario before the year is out. I'm not sure how common this is. I first witnessed it with my dad's family (my gran and my uncle, my dad is also guilty of it), and then with my ex-girlfriend as well:
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
I'm the same as you mate, I don't bother getting out of my chair now until my missus has finally finished chatting and is walking out the front door.
I give them 5 minutes then I go and start the car and if they are still not out in 5 minutes rev the engine.
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I mean, they do look delicious those little squidgy balls of chemicals
Harry said that 'Sarn' turned the kid upside down and gave the kitchen floor a once over before they left for the hospital.
(The kid was OK).
As a Diamond Sky VIP member I am it seems, being given the chance to enter into a raffle. I don't think I can contain myself for a whole seven days awaiting the next treat.
Check back next week for even more rewards just for you.
People not moving vehicles out the way for emergency services.
Putting up Xmas lights on windows.
Setting up boardgame Mousetrap.
Men wearing trousers up near the ankles. Ankle swingers are not fashion.
I know there's some sort of historical Christmas/Coca Cola connection, but I'm sure it's pretty tenuous. It's just American nonsense. For starters, when I sing "Holidays are coming", it's because I'm a week or so away from jetting off to somewhere hot and sunny with an abundance of exotic-looking beauties and cheap, ice cold beers, and certainly not because I'm 5 weeks away from being force fed turkey and sprouts against a backdrop of Gavin & Stacey repeats.
When you have guests round, or when you go to visit people, and it's time for the visitor to go home. You're all sat in the lounge or at the dining table, and someone (usually the visitor) will say something to precipitate their departure - "ooh, look at the time, I'd best be getting home" is a classic example. Normally, if I am the guest, then I'll have my coat on and be out of the door within 3 minutes of the initial announcement that it's time for me to go. However, when my dad's family or my ex-girlfriend were involved, announcing that it's time to go is merely the catalyst to a boring and awkward hour long conversation stood up in the hallway next to the front door. It's ridiculous. I once spent 45 minutes stuck in a narrow hallway making small talk with my mate's dad, because his wife and my missus had mutually agreed that it was home time, stood up, my mrs put her coat on and then started an entirely new conversation about furniture. Unbelievable.
As you say the conversation goes on for another 45 minutes and I dont want to be stood in the in laws hallway with my coat on for 45 fecking minutes.
I give her the secret codeword for "I've had enough now!". There's a 45 min pause before she annouces we're off and a further hour after that before we make it to the car. Including the 15 minutes sweating in our jackets in the hallway.
It's getting to the stage we're I'm going to have to tell her to let them know we're off home before we arrive.
My ex was from Barnsley, so obviously it's to be expected that she would have some irritating social habits, although I must admit I was quite surprised that she knew enough words to sustain a conversation for 45 minutes.
Inform your GP surgery and you may find they can do something to join up the dots.
We had similar with being identified as vulnerable requiring shielding earlier this year.
Checked the NHS letter with GP and they joined it up. Result, we got taken off the central 'needs to shield' list.
It was as simplistic as something that had been prescribed years ago.
”Listen, we’ve had a lovely time although the last three hours have been fucking unbearable. And boring.
I do not now need to stand around discussing utter shit for another forty five pissing minutes when we’ve got a git of a drive home and I’m busting for a dump. The food you served up was abominable and I’ll most likely be shitting through the eye of a needle for a week. And if you ever make us sit through repeats of Miranda and Mrs Brown’s Boys again, I will swing for you.
Happy fucking Christmas”.
*drops mic 🎤 *