Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Man about the house, fixing a hole and leisure time.

1. Coming home from work to find Nick waiting for me.

2. There is no longer a hole in my ceiling because the plasterer has filled it in.

3. Throwing a pill into a full dishwasher and setting it off.


  1. AHOY there, me scabbard! It be Talk Like A Pirate Day! An I be a travlin rownd to check hoo be a talkin proper pirate, an hoo be needin to walk the plank! AAGH!

  2. Oh my, no pirate here either. I tried, poor at it.
    All I could think of (before the pirate thing) was the Beatles 'fixing a hole where the rain came in'.


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