tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723937561506139096.post8619291503180565313..comments2023-12-20T08:18:00.872+10:00Comments on kae's bloodnut blog: Beware, the doghousekaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05819693069445947851noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723937561506139096.post-81446707277506068072008-11-30T07:34:00.000+10:002008-11-30T07:34:00.000+10:00Agreed, Rebecca, priceless.Time for confession: Wh...Agreed, Rebecca, priceless.<BR/>Time for confession: When Mrs Skeeter and I got married, we had £100 between us. We blew most of that on things for the house like pots and pans and a small axe for Mrs Skeeter. (She was to be in charge of firewood for the cooking stove.)<BR/>For our first anniversary, I decided that what we most needed was a mop.<BR/>Fortunately for me, in the 1950s such male-dominant behaviour was the norm. Also, we were too poor to have a dog.<BR/>It will probably make you girls feel better when I tell you that, 50 years later, I am the one that chops the wood <I><B>and</B></I> mops the floors.Skeeterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15372213190811407871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723937561506139096.post-59266772104950202092008-11-30T04:57:00.000+10:002008-11-30T04:57:00.000+10:00Thanks for the Laugh Of The Day! That was pricele...Thanks for the Laugh Of The Day! That was priceless.<BR/><BR/>(Just to let you know, I don't often comment, but I <I>do</I> read.)RebeccaHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15113907852048577121noreply@blogger.com