OK bear in mind that it's Valentines Day.
A sleepy Jan stirs and complains about weird dreams.
What were you dreaming about said her unsuspecting but loving husband anticipating an ardent comment about the day.
'I was dreaming about Len McCluskey,' said Jan.'I was naked under a soiled dressing gown and was going off to meet him.'
Bloody hell, I'm no psychologist but that doesn't bode well for my delicate soul.
Til the day I die I'll never understand women (or men come to that) who buy jeans with horizontal rips. I know it's a fashion statement but an absolutely
stupid one. I recently saw a young woman with cuts from the top to the bottom of her legs and this prompted me to ask her why she hadn't just bought shorts. At least she laughed.
Anyway I saw another beaut today. A young woman with the obligatory torn jeans was wearing black leggings underneath the jeans presumably because it was cold.
You couldn't make it up.
Our cars sit outside because the garage is too small and full of stuff to take anything other than a Dinky toy.
During the recent cold weather the Golf froze solid. Actually the door locks froze solid and just wouldn't move and I eventually got the bloody thing started by climbing in through the boot. I just managed to start it and the car heated sufficiently for the locks to defrost.
I am big, very old and it was a painful, difficult and unedifying experience.
I pondered this over a couple of days and came up with the brilliant idea of not locking the car during the day (when it was milder) so that I could always make a quick getaway the next morning.
I know there's a downside to this idea but haven't figured that one out yet. What could possibly go wrong?
