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Classic comment from last night …
Comments (4)The Pig continues being nasty .. “so why did you get home from work at 11.30 on Sunday. The pub shuts at 10.30″
“I think you will find that last orders is at 10.30 but I generally get out at 11.00 after clearing up, but you know that Sunday nights are fairly relaxed and anyway it takes 15 minutes to drive it .. so that would make it that I’ve supposedly lost 15 minutes .. big deal, I was slow clearing up! Anyway there have been times when I’ve got in a 2.00 am after work on a Sunday night .. remember the Sports Personality night when local Snooker Player came in with that film crew?”
He shut up then, but I know the grudge is still there and will continue to be thrown at me!
A smile!
Comments (2)On a better note .. on Wednesday I got a text from The Admirer
“Hiya, just waiting for my flight to sunny Portugal? Do you fancy being my caddy?”
So I replied later in the evening:
“Bugger, I just got your text. Did I miss the flite? Sitting in every piece of clothing I own – could do with some sun. Good luck with the golf.”
This morning I got a text all it said was … “xxx”
I’m not going anywhere with this, or him, but it’s making me smile – which on a day when the weather outside is blowing a gale and raining, is something!
I give up!
Comments (5)I got home to another torrent of abuse last night, from someone who had been in the pub for most of the day, topping up from the night before. “I’m stressed, I had to lay off people today because The Client won’t pay” and then the best of all his reasons for being in the pub “I’ve got 2 bathrooms to do, one shower room and the ladies toilets in the pub as well as I’ve got to see Tom about a job at his house”.
I object to being called “ficko” and “fuckin’ ficko” and find it very difficult to ignore and continue doing what I am doing.
Him: “What are we having for dinner, ficko?”
Me: “Don’t know”
Him: “Well let’s get a take-away then ficko”
Me: “I don’t want one, I think I’ll cook what we were going to have last night, everything is prepared”
Him: “I don’t want that, I won’t eat it, I’ll have a sandwich”
Me: “Suit yourself”
Him: “So what are you having?”
I ignored him ..
Him: “oi fuckin’ ficko” .. again and again and again until I gave in and answered just to shut him up.
And he wonders why I get so angry???
Anyway I have a dictaphone in my bag fully charged with a brand new tape .. I’ll be using it next time .. to playw him the evidence when he’s sober!
There’s more, but that little lot wore me out!
Here we go again!
Having been woken by Pig at 3.00 yesterday morning with him going to work, he proceeded to get phenominally drunk last night – despite his .. “yes, I’ll be home by 7.00, I’m just waiting for the illegal South African” and then 20 minutes later saying “I’ve just hung up on The Client because he’s demanding to know where the money he has given me has gone. I’ve told him it went on wages, but no-one was paid last week because he didn’t give me enough. He’s on his way to the hospital to see his daughter (who gave birth on Friday having had no knowledge that she was pregnant!!!) .. I’m waiting for him to come in the pub” I said well he’ll be hours and he said “no, he’s just leaving the hospital” - which had me confused, but there you go!
I hear from Pig this morning, that The Client came into the pub and completely blanked him! (Had to laugh at that really!)
Anyway Pig comes home at 1.30 and staggers and crashes and shouts and makes noises I’d rather not hear (note: cotton wool shoved in the ears really does block out 98% of sound) and then finally came to bed at 4.00, turning on ALL the lights – which was my cue to get up!
He then gets up at 7.45 and asks why I didn’t wake him???
The FC is going away for a long blissful month on Friday and is being extra pernickety (I am rising magnificently to the challenge though) .. but right now I need to think about what I am going and what I am doing to be bothered with his, already impecable (smug grin) travel plans, or where he is going to have lunch on the 7th February or dinner on the 18th (amongst every other meal he has had me booking!) quite frankly I am too knackered and fed up/pissed off to care about anything or anybody but me any more!
Anyone know any good solicitors?? 
(And if anyone doesn’t understand the above, please could they drop me a comment and let me know .. I’m not sure I’m making much sense today!)
