Classic from the Mrs! Vol 2
Discussion
CanAm said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
My wife was recently sitting in our doctors' waiting room and the woman next to her confided that she was absolutely petrified of needles. Mrs C noticed that she had tattoos and queried this, but apparently "that's different"!CanAm said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
My wife was recently sitting in our doctors' waiting room and the woman next to her confided that she was absolutely petrified of needles. Mrs C noticed that she had tattoos and queried this, but apparently "that's different"!bimsb6 said:
CanAm said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
My wife was recently sitting in our doctors' waiting room and the woman next to her confided that she was absolutely petrified of needles. Mrs C noticed that she had tattoos and queried this, but apparently "that's different"!bimsb6 said:
CanAm said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
My wife was recently sitting in our doctors' waiting room and the woman next to her confided that she was absolutely petrified of needles. Mrs C noticed that she had tattoos and queried this, but apparently "that's different"!
GOG440 said:
bimsb6 said:
CanAm said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
My wife was recently sitting in our doctors' waiting room and the woman next to her confided that she was absolutely petrified of needles. Mrs C noticed that she had tattoos and queried this, but apparently "that's different"!As I was getting ready with the needle she was wriggling about like nobody's business and said she was scared of needles. I had to point out that she had a stud the size of a three inch bolt through her belly button that made me wince to look at it.
Antony Moxey said:
bimsb6 said:
My mrs is very anti fur but has bought a large beanbag made from a sheepskin and can’t see the hypocrisy!
To be honest I’m not seeing it either.CanAm said:
I'm with bimsb6 on this one. They're both the skin of an animal. What difference does it make if they were wild or kept in captivity? In any case weren't mink reared in captivity too?
My point was sheep and cows are reared for various purposes (meat, etc), and doing something with their skin once they have been slaughtered is OK (imo). Rearing or hunting animals just because they are soft isn't.Watching Victoria yesterday. Her 'I wish I lived in Victorian times, just for the dresses, and so I could stay at home and not work'
Me. 'You do realise how hard it would be working as a Victorian house wife, running a house with out mod cons and the like?'
Her. 'She (Victoria) wouldn't have had to do that'
Me. 'So you want to be Queen Victoria?!'
They're all mad.
Me. 'You do realise how hard it would be working as a Victorian house wife, running a house with out mod cons and the like?'
Her. 'She (Victoria) wouldn't have had to do that'
Me. 'So you want to be Queen Victoria?!'
They're all mad.
Rawwr said:
How's that fair on the sheep and cows? 
Animals like cows are killed for food - if their skins aren't used for something, they're just as dead but the skins would be wasted. So the difference is - on the one hand kill an animal just so that you can drape a pretty fur over yourself, compared to wasting the skin of an animal that has already been killed primarily for food and would still have been killed whether the skin was used or not.
In short a cow skin is a byproduct of an already dead animal. Killing a mink to drape around your neck is quite different.
A few years ago, we headed down the Medway to Stanford Creek - beautifull quiet place. Anyway, got there pretty quick, as the boat isn;t slow!
So, dropped the hook and asked her to put the kettle on for coffee. 10 mins later she says the kettle doesn't work. What? The little red ight isn't on. Bbbbutt we are 5 miles from the marina and the power lead is only 10metres long!!!
What about the gas kettle? "Oh, didn't think of that....... errr, you are going to tell your mates about this aren't you?" Stupid question...
A few seconds later she says "couldn't we have a longer lead?" A 5 mile + mains lead? Be down to about 3v at the end...
So, dropped the hook and asked her to put the kettle on for coffee. 10 mins later she says the kettle doesn't work. What? The little red ight isn't on. Bbbbutt we are 5 miles from the marina and the power lead is only 10metres long!!!
What about the gas kettle? "Oh, didn't think of that....... errr, you are going to tell your mates about this aren't you?" Stupid question...
A few seconds later she says "couldn't we have a longer lead?" A 5 mile + mains lead? Be down to about 3v at the end...
Ari said:
Rawwr said:
How's that fair on the sheep and cows?
Animals like cows are killed for food - if their skins aren't used for something, they're just as dead but the skins would be wasted. So the difference is - on the one hand kill an animal just so that you can drape a pretty fur over yourself, compared to wasting the skin of an animal that has already been killed primarily for food and would still have been killed whether the skin was used or not.
In short a cow skin is a byproduct of an already dead animal. Killing a mink to drape around your neck is quite different.
Not my mrs.
Whilst filling the car up with petrol, a woman on the pump in front of me finishes filling her car up with petrol,she leaves the nozzle in her car filler, she takes both hands and lifts the hose over her head thinking that the last drop of petrol in the hose is going to run down and into her car.
Whilst filling the car up with petrol, a woman on the pump in front of me finishes filling her car up with petrol,she leaves the nozzle in her car filler, she takes both hands and lifts the hose over her head thinking that the last drop of petrol in the hose is going to run down and into her car.
We need the pool for the grand kids.
They really are mad! Or are we?
When the kids left home I closed the swimming pool. I put the pump & filter in the shed, & threw a few little gold fish in there. They thrived, & multiplied to over a hundred little red/gold fish, & their offspring swimming around.
A self tending hole on the ground full of water kept clean by the fish, apart from inches of leaves on the bottom. I rejoiced in NOT having to vacuum the thing.
Along come the grand kids. I have to re-establish the pool, "for the kids". Much work later, & the kids never come near the thing, they are too busy doing all the things kids have to do today. I cover the thing, throw in some chlorine occasionally, & try to forget it exists.
No chance, the youngest is coming after Christmas, with the 15 month old grand daughter, & will want the pool. Strange, she never used it much herself as a kid.
So I top up the water, had to use river water as the tanks are low. I then chlorinate it, flock it, filter it, adjust the acidity, buffer it, then vacuum the thing again & again, & after 30 hours or so work, have it sparklingly ready for the granddaughter, daughter & wife.
Today is the big day, they want a swim.
Hang on a minute, that is not quite right. They have an "Inflatable Floating Island", a plastic blow up thing, 6 Ft diameter, requiring the air compressor to inflate. Having got it inflated & in the pool they then indulge in a very dangerous manoeuvre, getting into it, without getting into the pool to do it. How it did not zip out from under them, dropping them on the edge of the pool I can't imagine.
All three float around on top of the pool for an hour or so, in the boiling sun. It's 34 C here today. They disembark in a similarly dangerous manner, avoiding getting wet above the ankles, although I think it must have been high tide on the island, as I detect some damp bottoms.
They have now gone off to lunch somewhere, with a request to deflate & pack up the island, as they probably won't have time to use it again this visit.
God I hate pools.
They really are mad! Or are we?
When the kids left home I closed the swimming pool. I put the pump & filter in the shed, & threw a few little gold fish in there. They thrived, & multiplied to over a hundred little red/gold fish, & their offspring swimming around.
A self tending hole on the ground full of water kept clean by the fish, apart from inches of leaves on the bottom. I rejoiced in NOT having to vacuum the thing.
Along come the grand kids. I have to re-establish the pool, "for the kids". Much work later, & the kids never come near the thing, they are too busy doing all the things kids have to do today. I cover the thing, throw in some chlorine occasionally, & try to forget it exists.
No chance, the youngest is coming after Christmas, with the 15 month old grand daughter, & will want the pool. Strange, she never used it much herself as a kid.
So I top up the water, had to use river water as the tanks are low. I then chlorinate it, flock it, filter it, adjust the acidity, buffer it, then vacuum the thing again & again, & after 30 hours or so work, have it sparklingly ready for the granddaughter, daughter & wife.
Today is the big day, they want a swim.
Hang on a minute, that is not quite right. They have an "Inflatable Floating Island", a plastic blow up thing, 6 Ft diameter, requiring the air compressor to inflate. Having got it inflated & in the pool they then indulge in a very dangerous manoeuvre, getting into it, without getting into the pool to do it. How it did not zip out from under them, dropping them on the edge of the pool I can't imagine.
All three float around on top of the pool for an hour or so, in the boiling sun. It's 34 C here today. They disembark in a similarly dangerous manner, avoiding getting wet above the ankles, although I think it must have been high tide on the island, as I detect some damp bottoms.
They have now gone off to lunch somewhere, with a request to deflate & pack up the island, as they probably won't have time to use it again this visit.
God I hate pools.
Hasbeen said:
We need the pool for the grand kids.
They really are mad! Or are we?
When the kids left home I closed the swimming pool. I put the pump & filter in the shed, & threw a few little gold fish in there. They thrived, & multiplied to over a hundred little red/gold fish, & their offspring swimming around.
A self tending hole on the ground full of water kept clean by the fish, apart from inches of leaves on the bottom. I rejoiced in NOT having to vacuum the thing.
Along come the grand kids. I have to re-establish the pool, "for the kids". Much work later, & the kids never come near the thing, they are too busy doing all the things kids have to do today. I cover the thing, throw in some chlorine occasionally, & try to forget it exists.
No chance, the youngest is coming after Christmas, with the 15 month old grand daughter, & will want the pool. Strange, she never used it much herself as a kid.
So I top up the water, had to use river water as the tanks are low. I then chlorinate it, flock it, filter it, adjust the acidity, buffer it, then vacuum the thing again & again, & after 30 hours or so work, have it sparklingly ready for the granddaughter, daughter & wife.
Today is the big day, they want a swim.
Hang on a minute, that is not quite right. They have an "Inflatable Floating Island", a plastic blow up thing, 6 Ft diameter, requiring the air compressor to inflate. Having got it inflated & in the pool they then indulge in a very dangerous manoeuvre, getting into it, without getting into the pool to do it. How it did not zip out from under them, dropping them on the edge of the pool I can't imagine.
All three float around on top of the pool for an hour or so, in the boiling sun. It's 34 C here today. They disembark in a similarly dangerous manner, avoiding getting wet above the ankles, although I think it must have been high tide on the island, as I detect some damp bottoms.
They have now gone off to lunch somewhere, with a request to deflate & pack up the island, as they probably won't have time to use it again this visit.
God I hate pools.
It strikes me that there is only one idiot here!They really are mad! Or are we?
When the kids left home I closed the swimming pool. I put the pump & filter in the shed, & threw a few little gold fish in there. They thrived, & multiplied to over a hundred little red/gold fish, & their offspring swimming around.
A self tending hole on the ground full of water kept clean by the fish, apart from inches of leaves on the bottom. I rejoiced in NOT having to vacuum the thing.
Along come the grand kids. I have to re-establish the pool, "for the kids". Much work later, & the kids never come near the thing, they are too busy doing all the things kids have to do today. I cover the thing, throw in some chlorine occasionally, & try to forget it exists.
No chance, the youngest is coming after Christmas, with the 15 month old grand daughter, & will want the pool. Strange, she never used it much herself as a kid.
So I top up the water, had to use river water as the tanks are low. I then chlorinate it, flock it, filter it, adjust the acidity, buffer it, then vacuum the thing again & again, & after 30 hours or so work, have it sparklingly ready for the granddaughter, daughter & wife.
Today is the big day, they want a swim.
Hang on a minute, that is not quite right. They have an "Inflatable Floating Island", a plastic blow up thing, 6 Ft diameter, requiring the air compressor to inflate. Having got it inflated & in the pool they then indulge in a very dangerous manoeuvre, getting into it, without getting into the pool to do it. How it did not zip out from under them, dropping them on the edge of the pool I can't imagine.
All three float around on top of the pool for an hour or so, in the boiling sun. It's 34 C here today. They disembark in a similarly dangerous manner, avoiding getting wet above the ankles, although I think it must have been high tide on the island, as I detect some damp bottoms.
They have now gone off to lunch somewhere, with a request to deflate & pack up the island, as they probably won't have time to use it again this visit.
God I hate pools.
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