What do you want to do most of all?
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J
"Home is where you park it", so the saying goes. That may yet come true..
"Home is where you park it", so the saying goes. That may yet come true..
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Appears I have a goodun then that will serve a brew at various times of the day! 
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Mrs FB brought me a flask of Coffee and a fried egg and bacon roll when I was working up the lockup. I thought at the time that I must have a goodun. However, Maybe she was just checking up on me??
Mike.
A Fatbloke in a Herald
A Fatbloke in a Herald
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Or wanted something... Usually for the house...
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My Missus never brings me a brew anymore
That said she's getting more disabled every day so it isn't really her fault, and we seem to have reached an agreement....
ONCE I've finished cleaning the kitchen, doing the washing, sorting the dogs etc etc etc, then I can go out and play while she plays Battle Camp on facebook, if I have some work in I can do that, else I'm free to play outside without interuption.
Bit of a bugger really, we meet at meal times, for food that I've cooked and when she needs a hand to get to bed when the meds wear off, but on the upside I've just added two old CZ moto bikes and a 1980something Mini to my list of "outside" jobs. Just need some cash to sort them which is getting difficult given the caring aspect of our relationship.
So, back on the original topic, I want cash, just enough to be what we always called F Off money, that is enough to live, do what you want, and just enough to tell anyone where to dissapear to
I wouldn't move, or need to spend loads of dosh, just enough to make life smooth would be fine.
Oh, and there might be chance of an old James motor bike project aswell yet, so life could be worse
Edit, what I'd really want is for the wife to be well, and my own little health niggles to bugger off, but in absence of that, then yeah, the cash will do
ONCE I've finished cleaning the kitchen, doing the washing, sorting the dogs etc etc etc, then I can go out and play while she plays Battle Camp on facebook, if I have some work in I can do that, else I'm free to play outside without interuption.
Bit of a bugger really, we meet at meal times, for food that I've cooked and when she needs a hand to get to bed when the meds wear off, but on the upside I've just added two old CZ moto bikes and a 1980something Mini to my list of "outside" jobs. Just need some cash to sort them which is getting difficult given the caring aspect of our relationship.
So, back on the original topic, I want cash, just enough to be what we always called F Off money, that is enough to live, do what you want, and just enough to tell anyone where to dissapear to
Oh, and there might be chance of an old James motor bike project aswell yet, so life could be worse
Edit, what I'd really want is for the wife to be well, and my own little health niggles to bugger off, but in absence of that, then yeah, the cash will do
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I've got to agree with arceye (yet again!) - good health is worth so much more than a healthy bank account. It's hard enough caring for my mother and some people have said I did a good job of it (I disagree and feel I could have done more) but I can only imagine how hard it is to watch a spouse, son or daughter suffer and know that you can't do anything about it other than care for them.
When you have good health, you don't really appreciate it. When I was in my late teens to my mid 20s, I didn't realise I was ill! It was only when I had been through the mill that I realised what good health was. Thirty six years since the op (it was my 25th birthday - 20/07/78) and I feel like death warmed up when I have a cold: I fear that I've become a hypochondriac that hates doctors!
When you have good health, you don't really appreciate it. When I was in my late teens to my mid 20s, I didn't realise I was ill! It was only when I had been through the mill that I realised what good health was. Thirty six years since the op (it was my 25th birthday - 20/07/78) and I feel like death warmed up when I have a cold: I fear that I've become a hypochondriac that hates doctors!