Groan!

"Can you make sure you empty the pockets of your jeans properly, please?" I said to Keith this morning. My washing machine is already showing signs of wear and tear and the everlasting offerings of coins and tissues from Keith's pockets don't help.
"I'm fed up with removing all your detritus," I said, to reinforce the point.
His expression was one of outrage.
"I've never had detritus!" he protested. "You can ask the doctor!"


6 comments:

Shooting Parrots said...

You can get proprietary creasm for that at Boots. Don't ask me how I know.

Jennytc said...

Imagination going into overdrive, SP! ;)

Yorkshire Pudding said...

I presumed that Keith was a "new man" and would do all of his own washing. After all, we're not living in Victorian times now.

Jennytc said...

You have to be joking, YP!

John Going Gently said...

as Basil Brush would say BOOM BOOM X

Jennytc said...

I think even Paddy might too, John. ;)

Plaster board and dust

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