What am I to do with her...?
I thought about posting this, but couldn't quite put it into the right words - so I've pinched those from my son's blog instead - enjoy:
"And in other news, my mother has gone ahead with the purchase of a trampoline. I dread to think of the horrors that await me this summer. Coming home after a long days work to find my mother bouncing up and down in the garden with a glass of wine and Basement Jaxx playing on the stereo is an alarmingly possible scenario. Still, as possible mid life crisis' go, a trampoline isn't the worst it could have been. It'll also fuel the need for me to find a place of my own soon, which I'm sure was her plan all along."
Yes, mid-life crisis is hitting the better-half. Before you consider the above is just an isoloated incident, I have another tale to tell.
We have this sort of oriental end to the main room, the dining bit. All came about 10 years ago, or thereabouts when holidaying in Florida. Did the usual touristy trip - Mickey Mouse week 1, swampy bits week 2. It was while we were in Naples in week 2 that it happened. The local Mall had a unit occupied over Easter by a Chinese furniture importer. Easter had just finished and it was half-price sale time (which meant about quarter price when compared to UK prices). I was working in the air cargo market at the time, and as a result could lay my hands on cheap air freight. Result, the wife bought half the shop - well not really, just the following two items:
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Last edited by Cyclefrance; 03-21-2006 at 02:46 PM.
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