Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

Yargo1

Evening Moo2Moo, i have just read all of this thread and been in absolute stitches and amazement of all you have done in such a short space of time!

I am def going to try matched betting now as you are doing so fab and make it seem as though it is not too hard to understand.

Good for you on the kitchen cleaning... got a whole flat that needs blitzing but as at job 2 at mo maybe save that for the weekend!

moo2moo

Hello!

Just when you think things are going surprisingly well something unexpected comes along and slaps you across the face with a metaphorical slimy wet kipper. At times being slapped across the face with an actual kipper would be preferable.

OH arrived home yesterday with more tales of woe. The management of his multinational owned empire are incapable of finding the haystack let alone the needle. Having known for 6 months that major changes were afoot they've waited until 10 days before they impliment them to suggest to all involved that they'll be required to work nights and a variety of other shifts but haven't actually told them what or when or if its actualy even needed since the other party involved are as much in the dark as the minions at his place. Confused? I most certainly am. So his jobs uncertain, his working pattern is uncertain and thus we had the mother of all arguements because we haven't booked a 2 week long overseas holiday in 3 years time. Note this is completely my faults as the DDs and I don't own passports. We've never needed them. We've never booked anything more than 3 months in advance before and even that is considered major forward planning. If ever there was a day I wanted to bang my head against a brick wall then this is most certainly it. His amazing solution is to purchase another tent (we already have 2) and spend his days off shift touring the UK on his own. Fabulous. Nowt says F off quite so well as that. He probably didn't mean to be such a complete and utter !!!! but at this moment in time I could quite happily encase him in concrete and stick him under the patio.

Sounds like I could become an honorary member of the Single and In Debtors without actually being single but by default by barely seeing t'other half either I'd be in that limbo where I had the laundry which comes with having an OH without actually bumping into him from one week to the next. Not quite sure how that one will be explained to the DDs.

I envisage a day of destructive something or other to work off my frustration. If it becomes as fabulously sunny as it appears to be considering being then the nettles at the bottom of the garden are in danger of being eradicated. Don't think I'm safe with the hedgecutters in this frame of mind.

beanielou

Sorry that things are so:eek: at the mo.
But you do still make me laugh.:o

moo2moo

Hi Beanielou,

I'm sure things aren't that bad. He was just letting off steam but after a decade and a half together he knows exactly which buttons to press to turn me into a walking time bomb. I'm one of those people that could quite happily mooch around the place looking like an extra from the Wurzels or, as someone has helpfully nicknamed me, Baabaraaaa from The Good Life. He on the other hand is not happy unless hes veturing forth to discover new and previously undiscovered things. A holiday is not a holiday unless one has driven a minimum of 1000 miles. We did achieve this during a 2 week holiday on Cyprus which incidently takes quite some doing. I don't think there was a single goat track which remained unexplored by the time we'd done. T'was a bit scary coming across a 1970s plastic office chair in the middle of nowhere with a handwritten cardboard sign warning us of the dangers of progressing an further as we were entering a military bombing practice area.

I am beginning to think that perhaps he does have a point. I'd be quite glad to get shut of him for a couple of weeks so that he can drive as many thousand miles as he likes whilst I potter around the untamed wilderness which lurks beyond my back door in the vague hopes of turning it into a very productive vegetable patch. Mind you I'd have to persuade the marauding chickens to remain within chicken land first. Its not that I don't want to go on holiday I just don't want to go on the sort of holiday where I spend 8 hours a day inside a tin can exiting it to cook dinner, pitch a tent and repeat. I'd like culture, castles, museums even the odd art gallery and lots and lots of very long walks and cycle rides. All of which he would hate. Perhaps a combination of the two would work where we meet him for dinner at some point in the evening leaving him free to do his own thing during the day.

Ramble over. Weeds await!

Lula-Hula

Hey moo,

go forth & annihilate with joy I've just had a delightful couple of hours with some cutting equipment & brambles which I imagined to be various peeps who have 'done me wrong' not that I'm violent or vindictive of course ...

lucielle

Aaaaah Moo the slash and burn garden is the only way to go. Give the nettles to the hens they're supposed to like them. Mind you mine don't look too impressed when I give them some. Ungrateful beggars.
L

moo2moo

Todays yet another gloriously sunny morning. The washings already on the line. I couldn't sleep so I've been pottering since 5am. Its amazing just how much you can get done when theres no one around to yell mum every 30 seconds. In todays case my productivity stretched to 3 mugs of posh coffee (circa 1999), 4 slices of hot buttery toast with homemade marmalade (someone elses) and 150 pages of a mediocre book.

Apparently I'll be spending today assisting in the removal of the engine from project Landrover. Once thats out of the way OH can access some brackets to measure something or other and work out whether the ones on t'other flat packed Landie are in the same position. After that he can finish removing bits from the newer chasis before getting two minor repairs done prior to spending money like monopoly money. Seems to be every conversation associated with Landrover bits has at least two zeros on the end. :eek: It will eventually be roadworthy. Sometime around 2012 if current progress is anything to go by.

Hollyberry

I'm with you on the early morning pottering - much is accomplished before 8am. In my case it's usually OH who needs help in finding something or other. I've told him that if he ever wore gloves I would make him one of those strings that goes across the back of your coat so you can't lose them. :rolleyes: Sadly it doesn't work for letters, car keys, glasses (on your nose, dear ) etc.etc.

In other news, you have created a monster; I am now off to crank up the proper coffee maker and have toast with marmalade.

Hope the Landrover jigsaw is progressing...

moo2moo

Whoop whoop I've won an entire pound on the freebie scratchcards. I'm now 45p off my next free tenner. Feel the money floodgates open. Unfortunately pointing in the wrong direction. OH is being helpful. He took the DDs swimming purchasing essentials on his return. Of course this completely explains why theres now a frozen lobster in the freezer. Have explained to a very traumatised DD1 that its not a friend of Aerials and has never participated in a Disney film nor was it frozen alive. DD2 has been telling her horror stories.

DDs have had their biannual prodding at the dentist. I've been given my normal ear bending for being a satanic parent and allowing the DDs to eat apples between meals. Apparently apples are bad.

OHs engine is now out and gift wrapped on the drive. Turns out hes planning to bring it into the house to work on once the lime green corrosive coolant stops peeing out of it. I can't wait. Mind you I can't complain too much as the 8 foot sheet of plyboard has been relocated from the middle of the parlour floor (more delusions of grandeur) - parlour being a posh room for recieving guests as opposed to the sort of room where you'd like to issue guests with a blindfold before they walk through it. Fortunately most people never make it beyond the kitchen which incidently is still amazingly tidy.

Todays plans extend as far as yet more washing followed by the steam cleaining of the engine. I did learn quite a bit yesterday though. Some of which was so obvious its embarassing. Firstly the rev counter on a car really does count revolutions.... of a hunk of metal the size of a dinner plate. Turns out this is the clutch. Don't get me started on the physical process which occurs at the cars biting point because I'm still not convinced that I completely get it nor do I care. Push down on clutch pedal and hey presto car changes gear or pulls away or erratically bunny hops prior to stalling. Do I care why? Nooooo. T'is like the moon. Its in the sky and very pretty but I don't need to visit it to be assured that its cold and dark and made of rock. Some things just are.

OH has been chuntering on. I learn by osmosis. I'm not particularly paying attention but the words are there anyway. Other pearls of wisdom imparted include the revelation that the bell housing of a vehicle is not bell shaped nor does it house bells. Who on earth comes up with these things? OH says "can you undo the nuts on the bell housing?". Really helpful. Is that the big grimey thing with lots of nuts then? As opposed to the multitude of other grimey things with bolts.

lucielle

Ha ha ha. You make me laugh. First chuckle of the day, thanks.
L