I'd only to ask
stickywicket
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1. I discover he has altered the clock for the central heating to twice a day instead of all day. We had this argument last year. I pointed out then that, although he's the one who feels the cold, I need to be able to have heat if I'm cold during the day and he's out golfing. I can't access the clock, only the thermostat.
2. I go into the small conservatory to get some chicken from the freezer. (So where else do you put the freezer when the kitchen's too small and the garage inaccessible?) I can't get to the freezer. His polo neck shirt is hogging an entire, fully extended 3-way airer, one towel is dripping from the handles of my wheelchair and another from a small coffee table.
3. Negotiating these I find he has 'economised' by putting two chicken fillets in one bag separated by a coloured wire bin bag tie. My fingers hate these little monsters but I remove it, albeit with difficulty.
4. The top of the freezer is sporting a dish containing something evil-looking and the rubber gloves he used to clean the cooker. There is nowhere clean to decant his fillet on to and the thing shoots onto the floor. Either I cry or I shout. Shouting is so much more therapeutic :xmas_evil:
5. He doesn't know what the fuss is about. I'd only to ask. For everything. I point out I shouldn't need to ask. I actually live here too and have done for some time. I should be able to access stuff. He agrees. We kiss and make up. (Nice :xmas_lol: )
6. I go for the olive oil and find the top has been screwed on as if to protect it from any passing olive oil thieves. I present it to him, eyes rolling.
6. I get the concentrated lemon juice from the fridge. Ditto. “It wasn't tight” he explains. THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE :xmas_evil:
We met in 1964. I had RA then. He has helped me change nappies, assisted me when various bits of me have been removed and others inserted and, almost daily, does up the odd button, zip or shoe without complaint. I love him to bits but, when newbies complain of friends and family 'not getting it', I do sometimes wonder how to, encouragingly, reply ?
2. I go into the small conservatory to get some chicken from the freezer. (So where else do you put the freezer when the kitchen's too small and the garage inaccessible?) I can't get to the freezer. His polo neck shirt is hogging an entire, fully extended 3-way airer, one towel is dripping from the handles of my wheelchair and another from a small coffee table.
3. Negotiating these I find he has 'economised' by putting two chicken fillets in one bag separated by a coloured wire bin bag tie. My fingers hate these little monsters but I remove it, albeit with difficulty.
4. The top of the freezer is sporting a dish containing something evil-looking and the rubber gloves he used to clean the cooker. There is nowhere clean to decant his fillet on to and the thing shoots onto the floor. Either I cry or I shout. Shouting is so much more therapeutic :xmas_evil:
5. He doesn't know what the fuss is about. I'd only to ask. For everything. I point out I shouldn't need to ask. I actually live here too and have done for some time. I should be able to access stuff. He agrees. We kiss and make up. (Nice :xmas_lol: )
6. I go for the olive oil and find the top has been screwed on as if to protect it from any passing olive oil thieves. I present it to him, eyes rolling.
6. I get the concentrated lemon juice from the fridge. Ditto. “It wasn't tight” he explains. THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE :xmas_evil:
We met in 1964. I had RA then. He has helped me change nappies, assisted me when various bits of me have been removed and others inserted and, almost daily, does up the odd button, zip or shoe without complaint. I love him to bits but, when newbies complain of friends and family 'not getting it', I do sometimes wonder how to, encouragingly, reply ?
If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you.
Steven Wright
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((((( ))))) xxx Oh my lovely, isn't life complicated? And why do we complicate it further with marriage? :roll: Oh I remember, it's something called love, which we define and demonstrate in very different ways to the male of the species. He does love you (we all know that) and you love him back (we all know that too) but there are times when . . . . DD
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben0 -
We wonder why we did it .
Close your eyes and see the young,handsome ,virile man he used to be,then you know why we did it. :xmas_lol:0 -
Oh Sticky, your post did make me chuckle. I'm sure it's a familiar scenario to many of us, but where would we be without them? I think love and exasperation are often bedfellows.
Tezz x
PS I rarely get bottle tops screwed on too tight, as my hubby tends to forget to put tops back on properly, so I always pick the bottle up carefully in case top & bottom part company.0 -
I think men do things automatically and the don't think at least the best bit is kissing and making up :xmas_smile: (((()))) xxSmile a while and while you smile
smile another smile and soon there
will be miles and miles of smiles
just because you smiled I wish your
day is full of Smiles0 -
Mig..I love your answer... :xmas_lol:
I cant say poor SW because I know you don't like to much sympathy..oops said it..but Mr SW is not a one off..honest... :xmas_evil: hope you can get that heating sorted in your favour..Love
Barbara0 -
The best bit is definitely the kissing and making up. He was never clasaically good-looking, mig, (nor, incidentally, did he ever wear lycra) but he was always a very sexy kisser. I think I'll stick with himIf at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you.
Steven Wright0 -
I think part of love is finding them so frustrating you could throttle them but being able to not throttle them because you quite like them. Mr LV is king of over-tightening things. He does it with the petrol cap though which has left me stranded at the petrol station a few times. Not being one to enjoy fluttering my lashes and asking for help I have driven off every time - after all, it means he gets to fill the car, cover his hands in diesel and then pay. :xmas_smile:Hey little fighter, things will get brighter0
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