"I'm fed up with removing all your detritus," I said, to reinforce the point.
His expression was one of outrage.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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You can get proprietary creasm for that at Boots. Don't ask me how I know.
Imagination going into overdrive, SP! ;)
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.
You have to be joking, YP!
as Basil Brush would say BOOM BOOM X
I think even Paddy might too, John. ;)
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