Ahh! We can relax.
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Had a friend come down to stay for a few days - nice to see her, it's been a couple of years so we had a good amount of catching up to do. But it is also such a relief to wave goodbye, and get our house back. We can get up when we want, without risking waking her up, slob out and watch cr@p on the TV, and wander around naked between the bathroom and bedroom in the morning. Ahhhhh.... And no more smell of cigarettes - she went outside to smoke, but still stank of them afterwards. Plus, my word, but she can eat! A "very rewarding" person to cook for: no leftovers at all. Wednesday, I did Sweet and Sour Pork, Hong Kong style: one pound of pork loin for three. Normally, I do 60g of dry rice per person, but just in case I did 200g for the three of us. Seconds disappeared. Thirds vanished. Then the remainders were scrapped out and followed by a big chunk of cheesecake and ice cream. Then toast a few hours later... Last night: Babies Head (Steak and Kidney Pudding) for six, with peas and mash. Gone. And another cheesecake. Where the heck does she put it all? Anyway, that's why I haven't been here much over the last few days - normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Did anyone miss me? Nope, didn't think you would... :laugh:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Aah! - the wonder of house guests! We have lived in Iran, Yemen, Saudi Arabia, UAE, Iraq, and Bahrain, over a twenty year period. Nobody - but NOBODY - ever wanted to visit us. Then we moved to Cyprus. 'Phone calls from all over the planet: "How are you? We haven't seen you for absolute ages. We really must come and visit you sometime soon." I usually just send 'em a pile of hotel brochures! :laugh:
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Just how big is your house? :omg:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Compared to UK houses it is a large four bedroom house, but it's not huge; it has around 200 square metres of floor space. There were people sleeping on the porch, in the living room and on a put-up bed on the mezzanine. The bedrooms all had a family - three, four or in our room six - in them. Because it was high summer, everything was outside and we do have a large garden; 300 m2 give or take. Friday afternoon through to Monday, food and drink ad infinitum. Oh, there was a wine festival on in town at the same time too.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD Ethel Crudacre I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
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Yeah, but give us a couple of days fer crissakes!
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Miss you too :)
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We have relatives and feriends stay with us for about 2 or three months of the year. Personally, I really enjoy the company, and spend the time chatting rather than watchig junk on TV. Plus I love cooking for people. :)
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Chatting is much good and relaxing than watching Junk on TV. I feel the same.
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Had a friend come down to stay for a few days - nice to see her, it's been a couple of years so we had a good amount of catching up to do. But it is also such a relief to wave goodbye, and get our house back. We can get up when we want, without risking waking her up, slob out and watch cr@p on the TV, and wander around naked between the bathroom and bedroom in the morning. Ahhhhh.... And no more smell of cigarettes - she went outside to smoke, but still stank of them afterwards. Plus, my word, but she can eat! A "very rewarding" person to cook for: no leftovers at all. Wednesday, I did Sweet and Sour Pork, Hong Kong style: one pound of pork loin for three. Normally, I do 60g of dry rice per person, but just in case I did 200g for the three of us. Seconds disappeared. Thirds vanished. Then the remainders were scrapped out and followed by a big chunk of cheesecake and ice cream. Then toast a few hours later... Last night: Babies Head (Steak and Kidney Pudding) for six, with peas and mash. Gone. And another cheesecake. Where the heck does she put it all? Anyway, that's why I haven't been here much over the last few days - normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Did anyone miss me? Nope, didn't think you would... :laugh:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
OriginalGriff wrote:
We can get up when we want, without risking waking her up, slob out and watch cr@p on the TV, and wander around naked between the bathroom and bedroom in the morning.
I know that feeling, my wife has a friend who comes up for a few days every now and then. She has a kid so at 8am she's up emptying the dishwasher. I had taken a couple of days off last time she came up and after 2 8am dishwasher wake ups, I went to bed at 2am and rattled the shit out of everything in the dishwasher before I went to bed. It wasn't emptied the following morning and I got a lie in.
Pete
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OriginalGriff wrote:
We can get up when we want, without risking waking her up, slob out and watch cr@p on the TV, and wander around naked between the bathroom and bedroom in the morning.
I know that feeling, my wife has a friend who comes up for a few days every now and then. She has a kid so at 8am she's up emptying the dishwasher. I had taken a couple of days off last time she came up and after 2 8am dishwasher wake ups, I went to bed at 2am and rattled the shit out of everything in the dishwasher before I went to bed. It wasn't emptied the following morning and I got a lie in.
Pete
You could just try not sleeping in the kitchen.
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You could just try not sleeping in the kitchen.
we leave the bedroom door open so the dog can get up and go for a wander when she likes. And the kitchen door was not closed when the dishwasher emptying was being done.
Pete
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Dalek Dave wrote:
House guests are like fish.
Unexpected house guests are like fish in the microwave... After 30 seconds they stink. :-D
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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sorry I'll try not to knock you out this month...(I'll leave that to SA :laugh: )
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Oh he's way ahead already. Don't know what he drinks but I hope I can try it out sometime! :D
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we leave the bedroom door open so the dog can get up and go for a wander when she likes. And the kitchen door was not closed when the dishwasher emptying was being done.
Pete
Make the dog sleep in the kitchen, then you can close the door, and the dog will be the only one disturbed by the dishwasher. Simples!
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Had a friend come down to stay for a few days - nice to see her, it's been a couple of years so we had a good amount of catching up to do. But it is also such a relief to wave goodbye, and get our house back. We can get up when we want, without risking waking her up, slob out and watch cr@p on the TV, and wander around naked between the bathroom and bedroom in the morning. Ahhhhh.... And no more smell of cigarettes - she went outside to smoke, but still stank of them afterwards. Plus, my word, but she can eat! A "very rewarding" person to cook for: no leftovers at all. Wednesday, I did Sweet and Sour Pork, Hong Kong style: one pound of pork loin for three. Normally, I do 60g of dry rice per person, but just in case I did 200g for the three of us. Seconds disappeared. Thirds vanished. Then the remainders were scrapped out and followed by a big chunk of cheesecake and ice cream. Then toast a few hours later... Last night: Babies Head (Steak and Kidney Pudding) for six, with peas and mash. Gone. And another cheesecake. Where the heck does she put it all? Anyway, that's why I haven't been here much over the last few days - normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Did anyone miss me? Nope, didn't think you would... :laugh:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
OriginalGriff wrote:
Plus, my word, but she can eat! A "very rewarding" person to cook for: no leftovers at all.
Take it as the utmost compliment!
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. " — Hunter S. Thompson My comedy.
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OriginalGriff wrote:
Plus, my word, but she can eat! A "very rewarding" person to cook for: no leftovers at all.
Take it as the utmost compliment!
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. " — Hunter S. Thompson My comedy.
Oh I do, it's just that I can't work out where she puts it all. Michelle figures that she has a hollow "chest" - certainly it's big enough to store a few main meals in... :omg:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
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Oh I do, it's just that I can't work out where she puts it all. Michelle figures that she has a hollow "chest" - certainly it's big enough to store a few main meals in... :omg:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Damn, I do know some skinny girls that can eat a lot in a sitting (my fiancee). I think not having body fat to put pressure against their organs lets them expand their bellies or something like that. Or maybe it does go to her "chest" afterall.
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. " — Hunter S. Thompson My comedy.
