You're... years old and you've only just realised...
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DickyC said:
I'm 69 years old, and I've only just realised I don't wash my thumbs thoroughly when I wash my hands. I still wash my hands the way I was taught as a child but, on inspection, it appears my thumbs escape lightly.
In view of this I would like to apologise if I served you soup when I was a waiter at The Angel Hotel in Guildford. Mind you, that was 50 years ago. You've either recovered or you're long dead.
Bon appétit.
Given your age I would've thought you might have invested in the 'Ronco Thumb Cleaner', a well known device and heavily advertised in the 1970's, I seem to remember a special offer including a jumper fluff remover. In view of this I would like to apologise if I served you soup when I was a waiter at The Angel Hotel in Guildford. Mind you, that was 50 years ago. You've either recovered or you're long dead.
Bon appétit.
judas said:
Kuwahara said:
Charlie Boorman appeared in Deliverance ,I think his father or uncle was a producer/director or something…
John Boormanhttps://m.imdb.com/name/nm0000958/
Sheepshanks said:
5pen said:
I only recently twigged that the name Bluebottle for a common house fly is because it has a blue rear quarter and that the ‘bottle’ part of the name is rhyming slang.
Hmmm...Bluebottle for policeman is from rhyming slang.Googling suggests the bottle part of Bluebottle (the fly) comes from the old English word for maggot - 'bot'.
bloomen said:
Me too. They went down in my estimation after that, not that I had much to begin with.
Elsewhere I never knew a PhD was always original research. I assumed it was simply loads and loads of difficult multiple choice questions.
Elsewhere I never knew a PhD was always original research. I assumed it was simply loads and loads of difficult multiple choice questions.
A PhD is the best academic qualification there is…
No marks
No exam
4 years to spend on something you’re really interested in.
What do you have to do to get one? The criteria for award are great, so concise, not a f
king 20 page syllabus. “An original contribution to knowledge of publishable quality”.
Arse -> Arris -> Aristotle (possibly Onassis?)= bottle 
At my work in Hong Kong, we started talking about the household chores we disliked, the office ladies were almost unanimous in their dislike of ironing, I on the other did not mind ironing.
DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
daqinggregg said:
At my work in Hong Kong, we started talking about the household chores we disliked, the office ladies were almost unanimous in their dislike of ironing, I on the other did not mind ironing.
DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
I was very old (define old) when I learnt how to change a duvet cover.DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
Lay duvet flat on bed.
Lay duvet cover - inside out - flat on bed, on top of duvet.
Reach inside the cover to the two far corners of the cover.
With one of those in each hand, get hold of a corner of the duvet.
Stand up.
Shake the cover down over the duvet, as it falls down, the cover will be the right way round.
Lay duvet and cover on bed. Tidy up corners. Do up poppers, buttons, whatever.
Job done!
Alickadoo said:
daqinggregg said:
At my work in Hong Kong, we started talking about the household chores we disliked, the office ladies were almost unanimous in their dislike of ironing, I on the other did not mind ironing.
DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
I was very old (define old) when I learnt how to change a duvet cover.DG “I don’t mind ironing, I hate changing duvet covers”
OL “It’s easy, you …” a silence followed, they could sense a golden opportunity.
OL “How do you do it, Mr Gregg?”
DG “I push the duvet, into the opening in the cover, then climb in and push the duvet into the 4 corners”
Oh how they laughed!
I was mid 40’s at the time.
Lay duvet flat on bed.
Lay duvet cover - inside out - flat on bed, on top of duvet.
Reach inside the cover to the two far corners of the cover.
With one of those in each hand, get hold of a corner of the duvet.
Stand up.
Shake the cover down over the duvet, as it falls down, the cover will be the right way round.
Lay duvet and cover on bed. Tidy up corners. Do up poppers, buttons, whatever.
Job done!
Randy Winkman said:
But do you shake the duvet so it touches the floor or stand on the bed so your feet touch the sheet? I have a problem with either when everything is clean out of the wash.
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