
"Have you seen my kitchen scissors?"
"Oh yes, they're under the bonnet of the camaro."
"Why????"
"Well they were just what I needed for cutting the gasket."
Of course, silly me!
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...
1 comment:
LOL! Men, can't live with them, can't shoot them and get away with it (most times). LOL!
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