Last weekend I managed to get a chill on my lower back which although minor was pretty uncomfortable. My good lady (as is her wont) was doing her Florence Nightingale routine and doing her best to make me comfortable, plying me with painkillers and OTC meds, fluffing my pillows (fnar, fnar) and making sure I’ve plenty of tea etc. Come Monday morning, I’m still in a fair amount of pain so…
She says: “Do you want me to Deep Heat you?”
I hear: “Do you want me to DP you?”
Cue a confused look and a reply of “Well, I’m game but can it wait until I’m better and the kids are in bed?”
Is it just me? :doh:
I have similar problems with V..
There seems to be an increase these days in what I would call "mutterences"...
It's men ........... they only hear what they want to hear!!!!!
Football is on the tele! (heard that one)
Fancy a cuppa? (heard that one)
Fancy a sandwich? (heard that one)
Can you turn the tele over coz "come dancing" is on the other side! (DEAF!!!!!)
:giggle:
Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Having read this thread and had a giggle the other day, we were driving back from shopping yesterday and drove past a pub which when i glanced at the name i could have sworn was called "The Swingers Inn", turns out it was called "The Smugglers Inn".
Anyone think i've been in this game too long :giggle: