Guess it'll be a family bag of Minstrels & a couple of lottery scratch cards again, then!
Thanks all!
VB
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You old romantic you VB!
Nicolle is going to get a Sky digibox and dish this year, she will love it to death.
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My other half got membership (or whatever you want to call it) of the IAM amongst her christmas presents last year.
She was pleased to get it, took and passed the test, and was going to be an 'observer' before pressure of work got to be too much
There should be a group local to you, but failing that, some sort of track day or 'red letter experience'... and you'd have to book one for your self, otherwise she might be lonely
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She was pleased to get it, took and passed the test, and was going to be an 'observer' before pressure of work got to be too much
If she'd kept on, then she'd have had an un-trumpable license to critique your driving style :)
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If she'd kept on, then she'd have had an un-trumpable license to critique your driving style :)
quite right too.
but it's quite easy to put an end to all motoring conversations.
"when are you going to get it serviced - the 'insp' signal has only been flashing for the last three years"
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If she'd kept on, then she'd have had an un-trumpable license to critique your driving style :)
Does this story sound familiar to anyone?
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen.
"Careful ... CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful... CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
The wife stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The husband calmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving with you in the car."
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The husband calmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving with you in the car."
Thw wife smiled sweetly, and said "sorry dear". When her husband's back was turned, she then took a deep breath and sighed.
The next morning, the husband came down to breakfast. He barely recognised the scene.
His wife was throwing the cereal out of the cupboard onto the table, where it narrowly missed the butter. Cutlery was thrown onto the table with a loud clatter.
On the stove, the eggs were boiling like a steam engine, and the windows were fugging up. The bacon was nearly hopping out of the frying pan, such was the heat, and the fat from the sausages on the super-heated grill was spurting out half way across the room.
His wife was talking insistently on her mobile phone, while the stereo blasted away. Amidst the steam and the spurting fat, his wife danced around, expertly rescuing the bacon just before it caught fire and draining the eggs precisely at the 3-minute time he liked. In the midst of it all, she cursed the quality of the gas cooker, yelled at the sausages to turn themselves over, and screamed when the egg-timer pinged. But although there was no margin left for error, there were no accidents: nothing actually caught fire, and no crockery was broken.
Exhausted and terrified from watching this manic performance, the astounded husband eventually recovered himself enough to ask "what on earth is going on here?"
The wife smiled and put down her phone. She turned off the cooker, and silenced the stereo. Then she looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm just making breakfast the way you drive".
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No Wheels, you're a star!!!!!!
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Lovely, NW. Well done.
I maintain that you clearly haven't met me, though. But then I would, wouldn't I.....
;-)
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Lovely, NW. Well done.
Thanks!
I maintain that you clearly haven't met me, though. But then I would, wouldn't I.....
Just look after those photos very carefully, Mr Smith ;-)
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Totally unrealistic......
He wasnt flicking through 5 TV channels every second with the remote control.
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>> Lovely, NW. Well done. Thanks! >> I maintain that you clearly haven't met me, though. But then I >> would, wouldn't I..... Just look after those photos very carefully, Mr Smith ;-)
Get a room!!
Anyway.. lads and dads... take it from me...
I'd love to get some form of driver training for Christmas (volunteers to get me an hour on a skid pan form a queue please!), from my PARENTS, SIBLING or FRIEND, but not, NOT from someone I was romantically involved with. It's just not right. Stick to jewellery (silver, not tacky gold), and all the things she's been dropping hints about for the last month or so - because believe me she has been - and you'll be fine.
Household appliances, gadgets, perfume/smelly things (I mean really, how much thought does that take?) and underwear that YOU think is sexy... just don't do it.
Here endeth Pologirl's Christmas lesson.
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Wish it was as easy as that PoloGirl - but hints not so clear, this end!!
Thanks anyway!!
VB
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Wish it was as easy as that PoloGirl - but hints not so clear, this end!!
Vansboy, maybe the woman in your life takes my approach, which is a bit difft to PoloGirl's.
I refuse to give any clues, and insist that people use all their creativity to think themselves about what would make me purr. I like the surprise and anticipation of something completely unexpected. Doesn't mean I'd purr about getting a spanner or driving lessons, though!
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Do let us know if it works, NW!
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Do let us know if it works, NW!
Last year it led to me being given a collection of designer pooper-scopopers :(
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I assume you have at least one dog?
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I assume you have at least one dog?
Mercifully, yes. Otherwise I'd have had grounds for a very major sulk!
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at least one dog?
Any bunnies?
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