Major wrote:Starting to go a bit mutton
Get your doctor to refer you to audiology or go into Specsavers or Boots and get an audio test done that way.
NHS audiology services are very quick just now .
Major wrote:Starting to go a bit mutton
Rolluplostinspace wrote:Everything starts to look really big!
Rolluplostinspace wrote:
The wife's nicker drawer becomes a collection of ballroom gowns.
The village pub is called The Red Lion but becomes The Red Light inhabited by young black girls blowing more than the froth off their beer.
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Rolluplostinspace wrote:Birmingham starts to become a small quaint village in the middle of nowhere.
The gutter becomes a bubbling brook full of fish.
The warehouse across the road on the industrial estate becomes a creaky old barn.
The pigeon on the lamppost becomes dinner.
The old Monopoly game under the bed becomes a collection of 1920's five pound notes.
The wife's nicker drawer becomes a collection of ballroom gowns.
The village pub is called The Red Lion but becomes The Red Light inhabited by young black girls blowing more than the froth off their beer.
The NHS walking frame becomes a shooting stick and the broom in the cupboard a twelve bore.
Rolluplostinspace wrote:Birmingham starts to become a small quaint village in the middle of nowhere.
The gutter becomes a bubbling brook full of fish.
The warehouse across the road on the industrial estate becomes a creaky old barn.
The pigeon on the lamppost becomes dinner.
The old Monopoly game under the bed becomes a collection of 1920's five pound notes.
The wife's nicker drawer becomes a collection of ballroom gowns.
The village pub is called The Red Lion but becomes The Red Light inhabited by young black girls blowing more than the froth off their beer.
The NHS walking frame becomes a shooting stick and the broom in the cupboard a twelve bore.
Rolluplostinspace wrote:Birmingham starts to become a small quaint village in the middle of nowhere.
The gutter becomes a bubbling brook full of fish.
The warehouse across the road on the industrial estate becomes a creaky old barn.
The pigeon on the lamppost becomes dinner.
The old Monopoly game under the bed becomes a collection of 1920's five pound notes.
The wife's nicker drawer becomes a collection of ballroom gowns.
The village pub is called The Red Lion but becomes The Red Light inhabited by young black girls blowing more than the froth off their beer.
The NHS walking frame becomes a shooting stick and the broom in the cupboard a twelve bore.
Major wrote:
OLD AGE GRUMPINESS by life failures.
Rolluplostinspace wrote:For a man who loves everything English his spelling and grandma are dreadful.
Snookerballs wrote:Major wrote:
OLD AGE GRUMPINESS by life failures.
And you should know , most of your posts are complaints about something !!!!
Major wrote:Snookerballs wrote:Major wrote:
OLD AGE GRUMPINESS by life failures.
And you should know , most of your posts are complaints about something !!!!
IN REPLY TO SB, whichever forums I have frequented, given them the pleasure of my company, my magnificent life experiences THEY HAVE BEEN READ PRIOR TO ANY CRITICISM AND ACCLAIM.
PEOPLE READ THEM SB. if they get to them before management nit pick them.
BTW, thank you for trying and succeeding to get me banned from THAT WOMANS forum
IT TAKES ALL SORTS to make forum successful, even aerosols who contribute sweet sod all, if the cap fits
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