So about six months ago our main oven broke. To be quite honest I’m so sick of taking gas stuff apart that I kind of put repairing it to the back of my mind. It’s summer. We had bbqs. We still had that little top oven. What’s to worry about. well my little nest of vipers didn’t see it that way and asked me about every two weeks to sort it. so eventually last week I ordered the stat and when it turned up I finally took the oven to bits, only to discover it wasn’t the stat after all. so I ordered the soppy bit of broken plastic. Money taken. Life is good. Until three days later when the suppliers cancelled the order and refunded the money. so another mad scramble to find this obsolete part which now won’t be with me until this weds at the earliest. oh did I mention Xmas dinner for all the family is at my house with an additional guest as well. I’m playing it cool to Mrs bucket at the moment. But I’m secretly thinking I might have to try to flee the country on Thursday.
I’m also considering buying a cooker on Facebook marketplace and sticking it in the shed and not telling her. Then if it all goes A over T then I could still come out of this with at least some limbs attached
No because I’m not expecting someone else to get me out of the very big hole I’ve made for myself. I’m just pointing out that if I suddenly stop posting. Look me up next time you are in Spain. You’ll find me working for cash in hand in a bar somewhere. Please don’t tell my wife. I will have faked my death and she’ll probably have moved on with someone else by then.
Could you not calm her down by appearing seductively in the bedroom doorway just wearing your Y-Fronts?