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high speed liquid emissions

Saturday, December 5th, 2009 | tags: , ,  |
Food poisoningWarning:   bad taste food post,   do not read on if you have a weak stomach.

Alone in a restaruant at lunch time in the daylight.   Local people, mostly Muslims, were fasting for Eid.    The sea food in this Alexandria restaurant tasted fabulous

I wisely didn’t eat the shrimps

The food poisoning was loitering somewhere-else,   probably the salad.   Such a tasty salad.    I had to cancel my camping trip in the desert because I needed to stay close to something that could deal with high speed bodily emissions.   Sigh.

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my very own set of rods

Thursday, November 20th, 2008 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Blocked drainKevin the Canadian wonder plumber stopped by.   Some people have implied that my unreserved praise of Kevin  may not be motivated by plumming necessities.    Heres a summary of our November rendezvous at The Wendy House:

1) 2 weeks ago to fix the hot water hose on my washing machine.

2) 1 week ago to fix the leaking bathroom sink plughole pipe.

3) this week to unblock the bathroom drain.

After unblocking the drain Kevin gave me, for free, his spare set of rods and tuition on how to unblock the drain myself.   Awesome,   with Kevins thoughtful tution I am gradually learning the basics of how to look after my home.   Kevins outstanding full service cost less than the basic call-out charge of any of the online drainage services.

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Saturday, November 8th, 2008 | tags: , , , ,  |

chap:   I have to smoke in bed,   I wake up at 3am every morning regulalr as clockwork just to have a fag

wendy: oh  (signifying:   failure to segue effectively into another topic)

chap:   I  can’t give up,   I have a fowl temper if I do (his hand  is shaking as he scrunches his face while taking a long deep draw from his hand-rolled,  warped, filterless cigarette)

wendy: oh (recalls him  slamming  doors, stamping his feet and throwing things  all with  a fag  balanced in  his mouth)   I’ve locked myself out,   got to go and pick-up my spare key.

chap:   do you want a lift?

wendy: no, I’m alright (signifying: no way am I getting in a car with a chap demonstrating signs of emotional instability)

chap: where are you going?

wendy: not far, bye   (signifying: no way am I  letting this chap know  where I store my spare house key)

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Thursday, October 23rd, 2008 | tags: , , ,  |

space blanketchap: it’s not easy being a poof over 40

Wendy:    oh!   (signifying: suprise at being informed of sexual orientation)

chap: my boyfriend’s an artist,   he’s built like a brick shithouse, 6 foot 5, paints the same pictures again and again,   never makes any money, I’m getting tired of it.

Wendy: Oh   (signifying: the height is suprising)

chap: last night he smashed a chair on the bed right next to me

Wendy: OH   (signifying: violence is suprising and concerning)

chap:   he’s always been such a gentle giant before now, he says its my fault, but I don’t know what I’ve done

Wendy: oh (signifying: I am not qualified to help), I’m off to homebase to get some cheap loft insulation from the sale (signifying:  BYE)

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