We don’t have any neighbours for maybe half a mile or so in each direction. Just open fields and more wildlife than you can shake a stick at. So imagine my surprise when I found someone lurking around having what he told me was a leisurely stroll in the field next to our house. Me:Continue reading “My Husband. The Raving Loony with the Beard and a Hammer”
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Jogging can jog on
Scenario: When you’ve been for a jog despite hating exercise with a passion. You get caught short and are forced to shit in a field except you were a minute too late and are now required to expel the contents of your pants into the nearby ditch before making a familiar phone call to yourContinue reading “Jogging can jog on”
The Joys of a Septic Tank
In our house it’s quite a regular occurrence that we might have a slow draining sink or a blocked toilet, and not because our shits are any bigger than anyone else’s but mainly because we live out in the sticks and have a revolting septic tank. Sidenote: For anyone unsure of what a septic tankContinue reading “The Joys of a Septic Tank”
5 FFS Moments
1. When you are laden with shopping bags, sweating your tits off and running like crap to catch your bus. You know you have precisely 17 seconds before it leaves the bay in the central bus station and it is always as prompt as a shit after a vodka. There’s no one in the queueContinue reading “5 FFS Moments”
Life by Eliza 