Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
Discussion
Robertj21a said:
Biker's Nemesis said:
Breakfast, dinner, tea and supper unless you're a southern pen pushing e mail sending bender.
That terminology to me would suggest far north - even above Luton.....
Mound Dawg said:
Case Study 1.
We go to shopping, nice day so the roof is down. Park the car, put the roof up, get out, open the boot, remove shopping bags, close boot, walk to kerb.
She's still in the sodding car.
Glad it's not just me who has been subjected to this.We go to shopping, nice day so the roof is down. Park the car, put the roof up, get out, open the boot, remove shopping bags, close boot, walk to kerb.
She's still in the sodding car.
Not my wife but my most recent ex did this and similar things with monotonous regularly. Usually the best one was when it was raining, I'm stood outside getting drenched and she's fiddling with her handbag.
When asked question "What the hell were you pratting about at? I'm now soaked", her response was "I wanted you to get out first so I don't spend extra time stood outside because my hair gets wet and then it goes curly", cue the eye roll and having to rather bluntly point out she can quickly get out as soon as I stop and walk to the destination ahead of me, such as the supermarket, or go stand under the canopy over my front door if we are arriving home thereby minimising the amount of time either of us spend getting drenched, we don't need to hold hands and skip from the car, I then usually got looked at like I had solved quantum physics on own and told "oooooh, I didn't think of that". Still waiting for the Nobel Prize on that one.
I really got my own back one time though, it's a lovely sunny day and we are out doing errands/food shopping in the convertible and we decided to go have a drive out then get some lunch. So we stopped off at home so she could drop off the shopping and feed the pets while I sat in the car with the engine still running, a quick "drop and dash" if you will, well madame had other ideas and 10 minutes later I'm still sat outside like a lemon.
Gave her a couple of rings on the mobile, then the landline and then a couple of honks of the horn before I decided "f**k it" and drove off, 5 minutes later I get an unhappy phone call asking why I'd driven off without her, explained I'd been sat for a while, the rather weak response was "I wanted to sit with the pets for 10 minutes".
She was much quicker next time and I had a lovely drive followed by a tasty lunch at Cheddar on my own
How very dare you!?!?!?!? I'll have you know young man, that I do not send emails!!!! AND it's breakfast, dinner and tea down here in Sarfampton too!!!! 
Syndrome280 said:
I really got my own back one time though, it's a lovely sunny day and we are out doing errands/food shopping in the convertible and we decided to go have a drive out then get some lunch. So we stopped off at home so she could drop off the shopping and feed the pets while I sat in the car with the engine still running, a quick "drop and dash" if you will, well madame had other ideas and 10 minutes later I'm still sat outside like a lemon.
Gave her a couple of rings on the mobile, then the landline and then a couple of honks of the horn before I decided "f**k it" and drove off, 5 minutes later I get an unhappy phone call asking why I'd driven off without her, explained I'd been sat for a while, the rather weak response was "I wanted to sit with the pets for 10 minutes".
She was much quicker next time and I had a lovely drive followed by a tasty lunch at Cheddar on my own
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
I think she did it deliberately, perhaps to slow you down. Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Mound Dawg said:
You know, they have one small task but take forever mucking about?
Case Study 1.
We go to shopping, nice day so the roof is down. Park the car, put the roof up, get out, open the boot, remove shopping bags, close boot, walk to kerb.
She's still in the sodding car. And because it has keyless entry and I've walked out of range it's locked her in! All she had to do is pick up her handbag and get out.
Case Study 2.
We're in the car again, she's driving this time. Her car has start/stop so at traffic lights we're sitting in total silence. Up ahead, lights go green. At this point I'd depress the clutch and put the car in gear ready to move when the car in front moves.
Not Mrs Dawg. She waits till the car in front moves off, then as if stung by bees, frantically stamps on clutch, rams the car into first, ADJUSTS THE REAR VIEW MIRROR then kangaroos forward just in time for the lights to go red again. I can feel the wrath of the drivers behind warming the backs of my ears and neck. Sorry chaps.
Case Study 3.
She needs velcro for some sort of cushion making thing she has going at the moment. We're standing in a queue at the till waiting to be served but of course, she waits until the shop assistant asks her for the money before rummaging around in her bag for her purse and eventually producing a fiver. Transaction completed we then stand at the till while she returns her purse to the handbag, pausing only for a brief (it felt like years) spring clean of said handbag.
Anyone else?
Faffing about is in the Job Description Case Study 1.
We go to shopping, nice day so the roof is down. Park the car, put the roof up, get out, open the boot, remove shopping bags, close boot, walk to kerb.
She's still in the sodding car. And because it has keyless entry and I've walked out of range it's locked her in! All she had to do is pick up her handbag and get out.
Case Study 2.
We're in the car again, she's driving this time. Her car has start/stop so at traffic lights we're sitting in total silence. Up ahead, lights go green. At this point I'd depress the clutch and put the car in gear ready to move when the car in front moves.
Not Mrs Dawg. She waits till the car in front moves off, then as if stung by bees, frantically stamps on clutch, rams the car into first, ADJUSTS THE REAR VIEW MIRROR then kangaroos forward just in time for the lights to go red again. I can feel the wrath of the drivers behind warming the backs of my ears and neck. Sorry chaps.
Case Study 3.
She needs velcro for some sort of cushion making thing she has going at the moment. We're standing in a queue at the till waiting to be served but of course, she waits until the shop assistant asks her for the money before rummaging around in her bag for her purse and eventually producing a fiver. Transaction completed we then stand at the till while she returns her purse to the handbag, pausing only for a brief (it felt like years) spring clean of said handbag.
Anyone else?
robinessex said:
Things in our house mysteriously break. Funnily enough, they all seem to be domestic items, and the ‘user’ ( whoever she is), didn’t do it. The latest vacuum cleaner is on it’s 3rd hose. Dragging the dam around the house by it doesn’t help !
The Mrs is quite good at not breaking things but I often have to repair things for my mother (she's kept me in Sunday dinners for long enough).Anyway one time she had been vacuuming the house and went over the welcome mat, which snagged in the brush bar and chewed the rubber drive belt up. I found a replacement belt on eBay and fitted it one afternoon which involved taking out a load of fiddly screws and getting covered in dust and dog hair. After putting it back together I said "give it a whirl" and off she went vacuuming. I dusted myself off and washed my hands, sat down in the living room and about 10 seconds later heard the sound of screeching rubber followed by a twang as she went over the same f
king mat and snapped the belt again. 
foxbody-87 said:
The Mrs is quite good at not breaking things but I often have to repair things for my mother (she's kept me in Sunday dinners for long enough).
Anyway one time she had been vacuuming the house and went over the welcome mat, which snagged in the brush bar and chewed the rubber drive belt up. I found a replacement belt on eBay and fitted it one afternoon which involved taking out a load of fiddly screws and getting covered in dust and dog hair. After putting it back together I said "give it a whirl" and off she went vacuuming. I dusted myself off and washed my hands, sat down in the living room and about 10 seconds later heard the sound of screeching rubber followed by a twang as she went over the same fking mat and snapped the belt again.
Bless Anyway one time she had been vacuuming the house and went over the welcome mat, which snagged in the brush bar and chewed the rubber drive belt up. I found a replacement belt on eBay and fitted it one afternoon which involved taking out a load of fiddly screws and getting covered in dust and dog hair. After putting it back together I said "give it a whirl" and off she went vacuuming. I dusted myself off and washed my hands, sat down in the living room and about 10 seconds later heard the sound of screeching rubber followed by a twang as she went over the same f
king mat and snapped the belt again. 
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
I would have murdered her for that. No joke.Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
KAgantua said:
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
I would have murdered her for that. No joke.Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
How would Ronnie Pickering react ?Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Monkeylegend said:
KAgantua said:
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
I would have murdered her for that. No joke.Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Revenge is a dish best served by using it as an anecdote - in her presence - for the last 20 years.
Johnnytheboy said:
Monkeylegend said:
KAgantua said:
Johnnytheboy said:
Reading this, I've suddenly recalled my OH's worst ever faff, even though it's almost 20 years ago.
Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
I would have murdered her for that. No joke.Driving back from visiting a friend's holiday home in North Wales to my folks' house in Dorset. Decided to go the "direct" way down the middle of Wales and over the Severn Bridge, which consists of a snakes-and-ladders drive down many slow single carriageway A-roads.
Got stuck fairly early on behind a Somerset registered car with four OAPs in going very slowly, and through a combo of being in a 66 bhp car, the nature of the roads, and sheer bad luck followed them down through Wales for an hour without a single viable overtake opportunity.
Finally needed to stop for fuel, and said "well at least we are rid of the oldies at last" at which point they turned into the same filling station as us. As we pulled up, I said to my girlfriend "I hardly need to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that we get out of this petrol station before them. I will fill the car, you go in and be ready to pay soon as I have finished."
I fuel up, look over to the kiosk to signal to her to pay, and....she's browsing the magazines. She eventually ambles up and pays, just behind one of the OAPs, who then exited in front of us, and we followed them for a whole hour more. During which I didn't say a single word apart from an initial "well done there, love".
Postscript is that when we finally reached the relative civilisation of South Wales and a dual carriageway we immediately overtook the oldies, who peeped their horn and flashed me.
Revenge is a dish best served by using it as an anecdote - in her presence - for the last 20 years.
Brave man 
We are off to a funeral tomorrow. Leaving at 6:30 am (well, 7 actually but she is always late so it is 6:30 to her). So after sitting in front of the TV all evening, at 11:30 tonight, she decides to wash her hair - rather late but sort of good, better than faffing with it in the morning for 2 hours.
An hour later I get the innocent "have we got any fuses" question. Obviously I asked why. Her hair dryer is not working. One look, and it is in the bin with the live wire broken near the handle. 30 seconds later, it is back out again, on the kitchen table and I am removing screws and drilling out rivets to get it open as "she must dry her hair before using straighteners"... she declined my kind offer for a number 1 all over with my clippers to dry it quicker.
Hoping to find chocolate block connectors inside, to reattach shortened but complete wires, I am faced with soldered connections on the live in, and my soldering iron and electrical connectors 50 miles away at another house. So, against my best instincts, I remove the burned ends of the live wire, pull excess into the handle, twist them together and insulate it and plug it in hoping it won't work. Bugger, it did.
So at 1am, she is now in the bathroom drying and straightening her hair with a lethal hair dryer that she insisted on having working and needs to get up at about 4:30 to faff around for hours for a 110 mile drive to the funeral. Unfortunalely, as knackered as I am so do I, as if I let her do breakfast as well, we will not be out till the afternoon.
Could have been worse though I guess. She could have washed her hair in the morning and I would have been doing all this under time pressure and half asleep at 5:30 am.
Gotta love them eh, especially with shiny clean hair and dark circles under the eyes to match mine.
An hour later I get the innocent "have we got any fuses" question. Obviously I asked why. Her hair dryer is not working. One look, and it is in the bin with the live wire broken near the handle. 30 seconds later, it is back out again, on the kitchen table and I am removing screws and drilling out rivets to get it open as "she must dry her hair before using straighteners"... she declined my kind offer for a number 1 all over with my clippers to dry it quicker.
Hoping to find chocolate block connectors inside, to reattach shortened but complete wires, I am faced with soldered connections on the live in, and my soldering iron and electrical connectors 50 miles away at another house. So, against my best instincts, I remove the burned ends of the live wire, pull excess into the handle, twist them together and insulate it and plug it in hoping it won't work. Bugger, it did.
So at 1am, she is now in the bathroom drying and straightening her hair with a lethal hair dryer that she insisted on having working and needs to get up at about 4:30 to faff around for hours for a 110 mile drive to the funeral. Unfortunalely, as knackered as I am so do I, as if I let her do breakfast as well, we will not be out till the afternoon.
Could have been worse though I guess. She could have washed her hair in the morning and I would have been doing all this under time pressure and half asleep at 5:30 am.
Gotta love them eh, especially with shiny clean hair and dark circles under the eyes to match mine.
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