Tried your phone but couldn’t get through, I have some guests coming around on Saturday and won’t be around the house until then. Could you ensure have the grounds of the house sorted before then? I was a bit disappointed with the way you left the garden the last time and also the way you never disposed of your empty cans of coke, Tayto crisp packets and breakfast roll foil in the kitchen so I would ask that you don’t enter the house again.
P.S. How did our Dutch friend get on here today? Hope you made things very hospitable for him and are giving him some excellent referrals, I have high hopes that this little venture will get me back on track. I trust you to oversee it’s operations?
“Christ” sighed Mac as he trundled along to the sitting room to break the news to his wife.
“I have to go over to Ivan’s tomorrow”
“I thought you were done with Ivan?” replied Mac’s wife with a look of anger and bemusement upon her face.
“It’s only for a short while, I have a few bits and pieces to do and I’ll be home straight after. I don’t know why you make such a big deal of it” Mac responded with veins popping out of his temple like a big roaster.
Mac plodded his way towards door and was just about to slam it shut when his wife interjected.
“You know, I’m the one you’re meant to love, for better or worse, till death do us part, but Ivan always comes first, you always choose him over me.”
An enraged Mac makes a dashing burst across the room, sending vibrations around the province of Leinster. He confronts his wife, crouching down towards and looking her in the face with a glaring stare, his forehead mushed into a v-shaped frown, frothing at the mouth.
“You don’t think I care for you, you don’t think I provide for you?” spits Mac
“I suppose all those trips to Lahinch are for nothing. Are they? Are they?” Mac’s loud tone slowly rising to a deafening bellow.
Mac’s wife sits stitched to the back of her chair, panting heavily and tears streaming down her face. Mac adjusts his belt and wipes the brow of sweat off his forehead, his face puffy and red from the fit of rage he has just unleashed. He takes a few deep breaths and makes his way to the door, before stopping and turning and passing a somewhat rueful look at his wife before closing the door behind him.
[QUOTE=“Nembo Kid, post: 1116683, member: 2514”]“Christ” sighed Mac as he trundled along to the sitting room to break the news to his wife.
“I have to go over to Ivan’s tomorrow”
“I thought you were done with Ivan?” replied Mac’s wife with a look of anger and bemusement upon her face.
“It’s only for a short while, I have a few bits and pieces to do and I’ll be home straight after. I don’t know why you make such a big deal of it” Mac responded with veins popping out of his temple like a big roaster.
Mac plodded his way towards door and was just about to slam it shut when his wife interjected.
“You know, I’m the one you’re meant to love, for better or worse, till death do us part, but Ivan always comes first, you always choose him over me.”
An enraged Mac makes a dashing burst across the room, sending vibrations around the province of Leinster. He confronts his wife, crouching down towards and looking her in the face with a glaring stare, his forehead mushed into a v-shaped frown, frothing at the mouth.
“You don’t think I care for you, you don’t think I provide for you?” spits Mac
“I suppose all those trips to Lahinch are for nothing. Are they? Are they?” Mac’s loud tone slowly rising to a deafening bellow.
Mac’s wife sits stitched to the back of her chair, panting heavily and tears streaming down her face. Mac adjusts his belt and wipes the brow of sweat off his forehead, his face puffy and red from the fit of rage he has just unleashed. He takes a few deep breaths and makes his way to the door, before stopping and turning and passing a somewhat rueful look at his wife before closing the door behind him.[/QUOTE]
Tried your phone but couldn’t get through, I have some guests coming around on Saturday and won’t be around the house until then. Could you ensure have the grounds of the house sorted before then? I was a bit disappointed with the way you left the garden the last time and also the way you never disposed of your empty cans of coke, Tayto crisp packets and breakfast roll foil in the kitchen so I would ask that you don’t enter the house again.
P.S. How did our Dutch friend get on here today? Hope you made things very hospitable for him and are giving him some excellent referrals, I have high hopes that this little venture will get me back on track. I trust you to oversee it’s operations?
Ivan.[/QUOTE]
You forgot to mention that you came 5th in flying.
