Like everyone in the uk me and my family find it a bit of a struggle for day to day living, this is usually caused by me spending money that I shouldn't But the Missus put's up with me none the less.
We have a 2-year old who shall not be named explicitly for our own personal security. He however is the cutest littlest lad in the world and this is the yuck moment, He is my world.
Everyday it feels we do the same old things wake up, get dressed, do breakfast, do some work for our catalogue company, sit down have lunch, tea then bed. So I am starting this blog to help me see that our lives aren't quie so mundane and boring as myself and my partner think.
So over the last few days let me share with you a couple of the most humourous moments.
Miss-happiness and Misfortune
When My partner and I first got together I earned myself the nickname Master of Disaster. There was a reason for this everything I did, touched, breathed on seemed to either go wrong or fall apart take yesterday afternoon for example. My partner had just got back from the hospital after having an x-ray on her chest to diagnose the pain she'd been ignoring for the last couple of days, turned out she had an inflamed lung which is a serious issue for a severe asthmatic, I offered to make her a simple egg sandwich for lunch to which she told me would be very nice with a cup of tea (typical english family)
Using what I thought was our best non-stick frying pan I poured in the oil cracked an egg and turned on the heat I should've realised something was wrong when the centre of the egg was cooking a lot slower then the outer edges. I had buttered both sides of bread on a plate to be all put together I scrape the egg out of the frying pan after it got stuck and fell apart (She never likes a fuss so told me only to do her the one) then before I could pick the egg off of the pan out of nowhere. BANG hot oil had exploded (Somehow) out of the frying pan and all over my bare torso. A normal person would go jump in the shower under a cold tap, Me? I do an incredible hulk pose and go in my highest pitched voice "ah f*** sh**" it wasn't until My other half got me a cold flannel that I decided to do something. Safe to say I am still suffering in pain the next morning.
Bitter Banter
My beloved and I often have banterous conversations in which we normally end up insulting each other. The other afternoon she asked for help with the housework however I was steadily drinking a cup of tea. Now I have a habit of getting over excited and random things coming out of my mouth. Anyone that knows me knows I try and get out of house work where and when I can, I will freely admit this to anyone, so slowly as I can drinking a cup of tea and munching on biscuits sophie getting increasingly agitated so the banter starts with something along the lines of "Can you help me please?" to which I responded "Why? you should know your place... besides I'm drinking tea" (please note I am not sexist but I know how it winds people up)
she looked in my cup and said " well come on your nearly finished" which received an answer of "yeah so should you be dog" (again please note this is how we banter none of it is truly meant) I then got called a C*** at which point my tea had run out (unbeknownst to her) the insults went back and forth until sophie realised I had stopped drinking my tea and faster then I could think I had already called the cup a b**** for running out of tea.... My beloved was in hysterics.
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