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9 minutes ago, Captain Willard said:

About to travel home from Paris on the train. Got a half bottle of decent claret, a Max Hastings book and 2.5 hours all to myself. Bliss. 

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Thats on my kindle waiting to get read. Hes written some good stuff Hastings.

 

I dont do half bottles though.

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42 minutes ago, Captain Willard said:

Yeah but I don’t want to rock up home about 8 on a Friday half pissed having been away. Doesn’t make you popular. 

Understand that. Enjoy the trip and the book. Never done the Eurostar I'll give it a go soon.

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47 minutes ago, redinblack said:

Understand that. Enjoy the trip and the book. Never done the Eurostar I'll give it a go soon.

It’s brilliant but then I’m a train nerd. Paris at night just fucking amazing, little bistros and bar’s everywhere spilling out over the pavements gorgeous women and amazing food. I’m coming back to fucking Weatherspoons followed by a Nando’s. 

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On 01/10/2021 at 22:40, Tony Moanero said:

Nah, trainees are for outdoor use. Wearing shoes indoors is scruff behaviour. Slippers or a thick pair of socks.

We have white floor tiles in the kitchen so if I wore my outdoor footwear indoors I would find myself in a difficult domestic situation fairly quickly.

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Been going to an ace swimming pool about 45 mins drive away every other Sunday with Turdsette plus my mate and his little lad. 
 

Last time we went a fortnight ago he forgot to bring his lad’s armbands and said he couldn’t find them, so we were limited on what we could do there. This week I’ve been on him every day. “Don’t forget the fucking armbands.” He came round to ours for a piss up on Friday night. I mentioned the armbands about five times, then sent him another text yesterday afternoon. 
 

Anyway, I picked them up this morning and halfway there he tells me that he sourced some armbands off Facebook and then it dawned on me that in the rush to go this morning I hadn’t packed any armbands for Turdsette. I was absolutely fuming with myself for being such a dick. Fucking idiot. 
 

Fast forward half an hour and Turdsette is bombing into the deep end after I’d taught her to doggy paddle with confidence. She was doing 10 metres easily. I can’t express on here just how happy she is. Absolutely beaming. 
 

Armbands are going in the bin. Counting down the days until we go back in a fortnight. 

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4 minutes ago, Captain Turdseye said:

Been going to an ace swimming pool about 45 mins drive away every other Sunday with Turdsette plus my mate and his little lad. 
 

Last time we went a fortnight ago he forgot to bring his lad’s armbands and said he couldn’t find them, so we were limited on what we could do there. This week I’ve been on him every day. “Don’t forget the fucking armbands.” He came round to ours for a piss up on Friday night. I mentioned the armbands about five times, then sent him another text yesterday afternoon. 
 

Anyway, I picked them up this morning and halfway there he tells me that he sourced some armbands off Facebook and then it dawned on me that in the rush to go this morning I hadn’t packed any armbands for Turdsette. I was absolutely fuming with myself for being such a dick. Fucking idiot. 
 

Fast forward half an hour and Turdsette is bombing into the deep end after I’d taught her to doggy paddle with confidence. She was doing 10 metres easily. I can’t express on here just how happy she is. Absolutely beaming. 
 

Armbands are going in the bin. Counting down the days until we go back in a fortnight. 

This one isn’t a small pleasure.
 

It’s a rip roaring one of the great moments in the often challenging journey of parenthood pleasures.

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Watched the f**tball yesterday in a hot tub with pizza and beer. With about 30 minutes left and the pizza and beer all firmly in my belly, my kids joined me and were going absolutely berserk about the goals and hot tub in equal measure. Even when they got out my 18 month son was strutting round like it was the best day of his life. 

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1 minute ago, Captain Turdseye said:

Unexpectedly found myself child-free for the weekend. I love my kids, of course, but now I get to spend the next 30 hours doing absolutely fuck all except watch TV and eat crisps. 

I'm at an all inclusive place in sunny Lanzarote, this also includes booze. Yet it is I jealous of thee

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24 minutes ago, YorkshireRed said:

Just caught sight of myself in a mirror. I didn’t look tired, ageing, past my best, stressed, overweight or with thinning hair.

 

I am all these things but, just for a fraction of a second, the mirror was my friend. 

At least you're not delusional. Most of the time anyway. 

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