The revenge of the stripey socks - a DFW adventure

Kittikins

ditto on preferring reading to working. Am 'multi-tasking' at the moment whilst it's quiet

Pippilongstocking

Theres a moose loose about this hoose - de de da da da de da de da da de da de de da da da........sorry

I digress -
- once the Ex evil husband told us of his tiny mistake of 'forgetting' he was married and occupying himself with our lady vet (maybe the farm was short of cash or something, not sure how you claim the VAT back in kind?? - on the other hand she was reputed to be helpful to many other farmers found themselves short of cash, you know very accomodating - charming lassie real head for the business) - well of course we left one mum two tiddlers and a suitcase in hand - aureveiour - never to return it would seem.

He packed up the whole house into boxes and sent it to us - all his things the lot - so when I realised this I knew it was about 2 weeks until he would come to collect it. So I set a pile of mouse traps and asked a couple pals too (we moved into a tiny mouse infested cottage in the countryside about 50 miles from him.) And kept the mice in the freezer. (ah you see I had already been freezing eagles (died of natural causes etc in the freezer when we lived with hubby) so it was normal to put dead things in the freezer by then - 1999 - you see some family traditions need to be upheld - perhaps the children need an obiligitory animal when they leave for thier freezers?? Beat the normal 'food pack or toaster I suppose. .........

..Anyway I digress the revenge of the mouse:rolleyes:

When he came to pick up his boxes I carefully placed one mouse in each box. Slowly thawing. And one mouse in each box in the flap of the box under some brown tape which couldnt be found. (one mouse easily found when the smell got bad - and a back up mouse for later when they thought they had found the problem)
Mice were also put into his lovely kilt shoes, - his lovely sporran and - this is the really nasty one - I unpicked a bit of his kilt at the top - and put in several little 'bits' of mouse and sewed it back up. It was disgusting but to be honest I don't think I was really thinking straight. Worse things happen at sea and all that.

I don't suppose it woudl have smelled very bad for very long. But I think it still would have made an impression.

I think I used about 13 mice in total, most of which he found cos he was blazing mad with me - cruel I know - but they were dead - and they did serve us well in the end. When they got married in his kilt he would have been wearing a series of bits of dead mooses.

Nice eh?!!

I have to say I never get cross now - nowt much upsets me - think I got it out of my system - embrace the anger.:D

Pippilongstocking

I love the phrase - 'back up mouse' - how often can you use it in a sentence thesedays?

haleygrey

fayjmck wrote: »

Halyegrey - wooo hooo - anything that is perky colourful and basically gives you a lift is great. xx Made me smile (and today I need a chuckle) Glad to be of service in your hour of need :rotfl:


Does anyone else feel liek they are loving what they do but its not what they want (grass is always greener isnt it????). Ive always felt like that, still dont know what i want to do with my life . Ignore me I am whining.

Problem is I am a real homebuddy should have been born 50-100 years ago - when I could have revelled in being at home or in the sixties when i could have felt like an earth mother - I wasn't initally convinced (my own childhood was um - dunno lets just leave it at UM) about have having kids but when we decided to do it I really bought into the kids once we decided to have them, the life, the stay at home bit (I know utterly unrealistic) BUT - I miss it. there is soo much to do here - wonder how much of the working makes up for the bits you have to pay for or even extra for cos you don't have 'time' to do them more frugally.

(she says working from home - lol the irony - chained to a computer when she wants to be out there in the mud)

Funny I love what I do - maybe its just the idea of it. Wondering if all this academic malarkie is just to satisfy the hurt bits of me who thinks she really isnt good enough for anything?No, im the same, maintain that the only thing im good at is failing!

Pah ignore the doldrums and ranting - clearly deranged - off to do half and hour then I may let myself have a cuppa.

Waving - normal service resumed at some point.

Good thats nice to know, its not the same when you're not a happy bunny

Pippilongstocking

haleygrey wrote: »

Good thats nice to know, its not the same when you're not a happy bunny

I still dont know what I want to do when I am a grown up.:rolleyes:

Mind you at 152cm - don't suppose I will ever be a grown up.

haleygrey

fayjmck wrote: »

I still dont know what I want to do when I am a grown up.:rolleyes:

Mind you at 152cm - don't suppose I will ever be a grown up.

how lucky are you! im the opposite, look grown up but tend not to act it! :T the excuse I always used was that I needed to be able to relate to the children and couldnt if i was growed up:rotfl:

hampsterpoo

fayjmck wrote: »

moose traps,

??? please explain

Uniscots97

fayjmck wrote: »

I still dont know what I want to do when I am a grown up.:rolleyes:

Mind you at 152cm - don't suppose I will ever be a grown up.

Nothing wrong with being that height. Most of the women in my family are. My father is over 6ft tall so I'm somewhere in the middle though more to the petite end of the scale. My OH thought I was tiny till he met my family.

Uniscots97

hampsterpoo wrote: »

??? please explain

moose = mouse .......just sometimes us Scots like spelling things the way we say them.

hampsterpoo

unixgirluk wrote: »

moose = mouse .......just sometimes us Scots like spelling things the way we say them.

Oh now Im with you bit like me ,

arsefaceduselessgit - pronounced , my boss