But one of its branches was leaning on my favourite roof.
She said: 'this branch provides shelter to the honey birds'. I said: 'This roof has provided support for my tv aerial- the dispenser of countless hours of footballing joy from my beloved...'
Conclusion was amicable: 'Don't you dare !!!'
Followed by my manly assurance of : 'you won't notice a thing'.
...I chopped the wrong branch didn't I...
Half the fucking tree is down...
she's back in 4 hours.
Quick, I need a story !
Or an escape plan !!
Or last meal suggestions !!!
Should have gone to work...
Tv aerial is unharmed
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Should have gone to SpecSavers ....
No, forget that advice she’ll kill you.
Either start sobbing and blaming the cat as soon as she walks through the door, or move to Siberia. She’s unlikely to come looking for you there
Say you’re absolutely distraught for her, and that this should happen on your watch but perhaps the BEST way for you both to get over it and feel okay again is some wild sex in the bedroom.
It may not be great advice, but you have to admire the optimism eh
(Tv reception's great)
It reminds me, I'm representing Tonga in not playing ping pong