For some months now, I have been increasingly concerned at Keith's lack of sartorial elegance - no really. His everyday dress is becoming more like the surface of NASA. (Yes, it's that bad!) The main problem is that his work is changing as he is doing more key cutting and car unlocking and code resetting which, while it doesn't actually involve crawling under cars, leaves him looking at the end of the day as if that is exactly what he has been doing. To add insult to injury, he insists on doing all this in a white shirt, which means that, every time I put his shirts in the wash, I first have to spend half an hour going over them with gallons of that stain removing stuff in a pink bottle. Also, as he frequently forgets to take his jacket off before he plunges into the day's activities, that too is looking the worse for wear.
So today, I devoted myself to clothes shopping.
No, don't get all excited and jealous. It's nowhere near as interesting when you're shopping for men's clothes.
Anyway, the sum total of my purchases was a pair of dark trousers, a very nice dark shirt and a dark casual jacket. When I can persuade him to try them on, I might take a photo.
Then, I moved over to the ladies' section.
Well, there's only so much boredom even I can take!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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What kind of ladies did they have in the ladies' section? I'm looking for an extra one - preferably a thirty year old blonde Russian called Olga who, after cleaning the house and making my sandwiches, will throw me over her shoulder and carry me up to bed for torrid nights of unnbridled passion - well twenty minutes would do.
Well YP, I could be very rude and suggest that this Russian lady you are seeking would need to be an olympic shot putter at least if she is required to carry you up to bed. 'Torrid nights of unbridled passion' - I'd better not let Keith read that. These Welshmen, you know, once they get going ....
Mother!!!!
We REALLY didn't need to know that!!!
ooops! Forgot you might be reading this. Just get on with your revision. :)
ROFLMAO....love it!
Jenny, I'm sure your male readers would fancy seeing a photo of you in your new clothes. Hmmm? After all, Keith got to model his new outfit.
Under consideration, Dale. ;)
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