Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
What a pain
Don't you just hate it when someone sends you a text suggesting a way of dealing with a situation which is less than helpful and insinuates that you haven't really thought it through and perhaps are not capable of coming to the best solution anyway. Then, although you reply, politely reaffirming your original plan of action which is still perfectly adequate, no reply is forthcoming. The text has been lobbed at you out of the blue like a hand grenade, while the 'lobber' has retreated silently back into the ether.
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I tend to find that a resounding "Go F*** Yourself" works well here...
As I still don't possess a mobile phone, I never ever receive texts like the one you described. I'm presuming the irritating texter was advising you about how to discipline Paddy? In which case the rude expression posted by your "well-educated" daughter would probably do the trick!
E.D. it looks as if you have realised who the sender of the text was!
YP, no it wasn't about Paddy, oddly enough. :)
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