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Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Jonah, Jan 29, 2013.
Or you could just assume you've won the lottery and worry about the bouncing cheques later ….
Not only made my first ever (massive) successful pancake , but made a successful second one as well. Waking up fancying pancakes loaded with sugar and lemon juice was not the best start to the first day of my new diet , but bloody lovely and worth all those calories
Shame on you. Keep it healthy next time and cut out the lemon juice.
Did my tax return. It said I owed £31. That was way too good to be true, thank goodness my 81 year old Dad still keeps up with the tax regulations and could point out me errors.
I'm still a paper person, so that trauma was months ago for me.
Some years ago, they sent me a penalty of £100 for filing late. I had posted it ten days before the deadline and so elected to appeal on that (allowable) basis. The month ticked away until the penalty was about to go up to £110 when they unfortunately agreed to allow my appeal.
I say 'unfortunately', because, in the intervening weeks, they had sent me their tax calculation, based on the figures I had submitted "late", but dated three days before the deadline had expired...
I remember the days of Dad driving up to the tax office late on the 31st to post the tax returns of those who had sent their accounts to him late.
In case you are at a loose end. Free country music gig tonight in the bird in hand function room. Promises to be a good night.
My day off from my daily commute to Shrewsbury and... I'm off to Shrewsbury.
In deep cover amongst the enemy this time so I'd better not cheer at the wrong time.
I was a Stoke fan when I met hubby, and first Baggies match I went to with him was against Stoke. Was warned to keep my mouth shut or might find myself hung from the rafters
I give up trying to keep the house nice. Had to get the carpet shampoo-er out after hubby dropped a tub of stinky olives onto the carpet. Just put it away again after a hard slog cleaning all the downstairs carpet while I was doing it, as a real pain cleaning it all out and putting away ...... only got coffee and yoghurt spilt all over it now .
Only a Baggies supporter could drop a tub of stinky olives on a carpet.
Think he's bloody doing it to wind me up! Not only soon followed by yoghurt, coffee , cheese and biscuit crumbs, but then proceeds to shave his chest hairs off which then stuck to the wet carpet. Aaaaargggggh!!!
Had a walk to the shops in the rain to calm myself down.
He probably thought they were grapes and got a bit of a shock. They don't do exotic in West Brom
I remember when I first met him and went for Sunday lunch. Thought his mum was being posh with a bay leaf on my roast dinner.....turned out to be a privet leaf that had blown in the kitchen window
You're being too kind Hooperman. I'd have said the definition of exotic in West Brom is a guzgog.
My mother in law has only ever cooked for us twice, first 'offering' was dry pasta twirls and a sausage!
(She is from Stoke)
Exciting match in the end. Our deep cover was blown almost immediately by the chap who got us the tickets shouting 'Liverpool fans' at the top of his voice whilst dancing up and down and pointing at us.
The Shrewsbury fans were great about it though apart from the constant mickey taking and so chuffed to get a replay, even though they actually deserved the win.
My mother in law was confused why I asked for a knife & fork to eat my poached egg on toast.... Hubby , even now ,folds everything over into a sandwich and stuffs it in his gob in one go
His parents aren't alive any more , but when they were , even though they liked me, I was always " The posh tart from Stafford"
In the livingroom???
He may be from West Bromwich.