The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
He is worth taking a chance...
She's a little darling.. Shirl's okay too!
So... the relationship with Shirl has deteriorated to such an extent that she has resorted to throwing angry cats at you eh? That lady clearly knows how to choose her weapons. Apologise Jams, buy chocolates, flowers, and admit that you are in the wrong
Oh, and some nice salmon for the poor cat too. Much grovelling is clearly required if you want to waken up "intact".
@Andrew - You seem to have a lot of practice. What are you doing again to your lovely wife?
Andrew it was serious!I have tried flowers and choccies but only my holding breath for a few hours will placate her!Bebe did forgive me thoug after a load of Dreamies!Claude you have point. We men should tread carefully so as not to offend our (far, far) better halves
Jams - I think you're overdoiong the flattery part....
Ah Claude there is nothing in the world that men do better than women... apart from signing our names in the snow!
Why so modest for us Jams? You could add lying, cheating, swearing, fighting, singing lewd songs and setting alight our own.... (ah... but I am slightly more delicate than some). However... in our prowess at so many faults, I do find that the young ladies of today are fast catching us up (and probably have already overtaken us in the lying helpless drunk on the ground with our knickers (or worse) on display to the spy satellites above. Or is that just in Newcastle?
You are right Andrew except for the lewd songs and the setting light... perhaps I know some great women!As for the lying in the gutter with knickers on view, it is not just Newcastle. That said people elsewhere wear slightly warmer clothes when there is two foot of snow on the ground!
"Put me down, wench!"
I love that expression :-)
Haha KnatShe certainly looks grumpy doesn't she!
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