Mine is good at DIY, it’s just sometimes, I ask to mend something that has come apart, ie the bedside drawer, picture frame, garden ornament, something loose fitting, he will use blu tack, over time it dries out, he just replaces the blu tack.I'm much better at DIY than my husband and I'm quite frankly shit at it.
No, I had got to the hospital for a routine check up and it was snowing heavily so they decided to keep me in and induce the next day.Was it planned this way?
Your washing will be 'darked on and you're clearly a fail for Othersite.I have found my people!
please don't kick me off here
I live in social housing.
I have not one dog but two, they bark now and again and yes, I carry "little bags of shit" with me on dog walks.
I work in a low income job that doesn't require any qualifications or experience on entry, experience and some vocational training required for my level though.
I am a single mum who bred with a dead beat and didn't have the foresight to know it would happen. Haven't had any more than one though so maybe a few points pulled back there?
I was with deadbeat when I gave birth and his mum was outside the room, and her and her husband were the first to hold my baby after me, him and my mum (and technically the midwife I guess)
I can't drive
which is probably a good thing as 4 failed tests ain't a coincidenceand now and again I accept lifts that are offered. I don't ask for them or assume, but if offered and they're going the same way as me I'll accept. Most of the time I bus/walk. Have managed to hold down quite a few ft jobs and bring up a child, while living semi rurally (by which I mean by London standards the transport is a bit shit)
I have a constant war with my washing/the weather. When it goes out it stays out until it's dry. I have no care for how long it takes. The only exception is when I need something that's out there.
I own a toilet brush.
I work in hospitality and stick to licensing laws instead of breaking them for the benefit of other people and risk to myself, or as is commonly known 'have no common sense'.
I'll get me coat......
You did WHAT!!!When a woman in the village gave her baby the same name as one of my sons I wasn't jealous. I didn't tell everyone behind her back that she had stolen my baby name. I just accepted that there were now at least two children in the village who had the same first name.