She’s closed the front door behind them, sent the kids back to school. Good riddance ( ah not really… but you know the feeling.)
Heave ho Joyce’s, a tale of woe.
Joyce is seen here ( a rear end view ) heaving a bed into “the wardrobe” as she likes to call it. A good mother our Joyce giving into to her children’s whims. Number two son wanted to go Harry Potter style and live in the walk in wardrobe. But without her man offering any assistance in the house our Joyce has to heave ho until she gets the bed into position.
She mentions it was a temporary whim, he moved out after a few months and the whole ” to the left, no right, right a bit more, watch me fingers will yea” had to start over again.
Our country gal man’s soft spot: the sight of his gaff crumbling about his ankles. Continue reading
When your Landrover is smoking Joe should you run for cover?
You know how it is your all set to join the county set when blow me! Smoking Joe is she about to blow? The damn transport lets you down.
Oh I told himself hundreds of times, ” Get your transport organised”. But FROWNS did he listen? Did he hell as listen.
Men for you.
Feel free to join our country gal Sally and moan about the men we shacked up with.
It’s silly season. Just like musical chairs here, just as one arrives back in the office all golden tanned another is ready to leg it out the door.
I see it has been pretty quiet while I was off in the sunnier ( though not much) climes of down town Turkey.
One query that jumps out of the slush pile though, is from a first time texter, long time follower JESSIE.
Well JESSIE was herself hanging around departure lounges when she spots an old foe Continue reading