The Mad Rambling of a Hot Hormonal Forty Something.
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Tuesday, 8 September 2009
D I Y- Destroy It Yourself.
I have barely seen Mr Francis (with an i) in the past few weeks. As he has been so busy and we have had guests and all sorts of other things to get on with.
In fact it has been some time since we spent the day, just the two of us alone. So as he worked the weekend and I barely saw him, I got to thinking a date was in order.
Today he isn't working and I had nothing to do, well nothing that couldn't go on hold for awhile. I tried to ask him to go on a date with me, but as I was starting to ask him, he kept interrupting. Now this is a habit of the lovely Francis (with an i) and while he is perfect in every way, this can be annoying, but he seemed to be so excited about what he wanted to do and assured me that it would take no longer than an hour and 1/2, to 2 hours tops. So I let it ride, I made him a grand cooked breakfast and off he went to do what it was that was so important to him that he couldn't put it to one side.
What was so important; he wanted to change the boot lid on his car, a car he has had for nearly two years, there was nothing wrong with the boot lid. A part from the fact that it had a ruddy great spoiler on it, that we have both hated from day one. A few days ago I brought him a new boot lid with a far more elegant and less boy racerish boot lid on it. That was what was so important.
So far he has managed to get it on and then it wouldn't shut, he sorted that and it wouldn't lock, then it shut and he couldn't get it open. That's right he couldn't open it. Now where do you suppose he keeps his tools for work. You got it, in the boot, can you reach the boot by taking the seats out, oh no not a hope in hell. After much cursing he did get it open and you would think that it all went well from there.
Oh no,now the central locking won't work and he is still driving me nuts with it.
He's now in grave danger of being murdered by the woman he loves, because he just wouldn't put the thing to one side and spend the day with the woman who loves him and who when all is said and done just wanted to spend the day with him.
He did murmur something to the effect of "we can still go out later" about 4 hours ago when I said that this was the longest 1 1/2 to 2 hours I had ever spent.
By the way it was a blue sky day here in London, with temperature's soring into the mid 80's. With the weather men saying that we should all enjoy it as it is the last of the beautiful days. Next time I am just going to take myself out and sod him. I can't tell you how annoyed I am to be passed over for a boot lid with spoiler and while he can at lest lock it and the central locking works again, on everything that is, but the stupid boot lid, which he will now have to lock with the key.
Is it wrong of me to secretly think that it is Karma, telling him that next time he should just spend the day with the wife.