Graham Orm
Established Member
Last week whilst on a day off work I did a major tidy around the house. I'm a bit of a neat freak and with a wife and 2 daughters to contend with......who are not, I get wound up now and again.
We have a cute little trinket bowl that I turned from Padauk some years ago sat on the side table. It's not for anything in particular.....nor is it for filling with Kirby grips, hair bobbles old plastic earrings etc. I had a rummage around in it with a finger and decided that as the contents hadn't been touched for eons they weren't required, and in the finest grumpy old man style, I emptied the lot into the kitchen bin.
Move forward one week, to 6pm this evening. I had just put the bin out for it's fortnightly collection in the morning and settled with a well deserved brew to watch the early evening news, when the wife says ' you know when you tidied up last week, which drawer did you tip that bowl into because it had the gold chain and diamond pendant in it that you bought me on honeymoon?' :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:
A cold shiver went down my spine and I said 'oooo errrr can't remember'......I then quickly said 'I'm just going in the workshop for ten mins' and scuttled out to drag the wheelie bin into said workshop.
After a good half hour of unravelling tissues, opening stinking fish wrappers and pawing through rotting left-overs, at the bottom of the 3rd compressed bin bag I eventually found the contents of the bowl amidst the dust and dog hair that made up a vacuum cleaner emptying. Right at the bottom was the chain and pendant PHEW!! :mrgreen: :mrgreen: Just then, when I was filled with relief that I can get away with dropping it into a drawer and then suddenly remember where it is, the door opens......SWIMBO with phone in hand...'Dave for you.........what on Earth????'
She put 2 & 2 together and needless to say humble pie will be eaten for some time to come.
We have a cute little trinket bowl that I turned from Padauk some years ago sat on the side table. It's not for anything in particular.....nor is it for filling with Kirby grips, hair bobbles old plastic earrings etc. I had a rummage around in it with a finger and decided that as the contents hadn't been touched for eons they weren't required, and in the finest grumpy old man style, I emptied the lot into the kitchen bin.
Move forward one week, to 6pm this evening. I had just put the bin out for it's fortnightly collection in the morning and settled with a well deserved brew to watch the early evening news, when the wife says ' you know when you tidied up last week, which drawer did you tip that bowl into because it had the gold chain and diamond pendant in it that you bought me on honeymoon?' :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:
A cold shiver went down my spine and I said 'oooo errrr can't remember'......I then quickly said 'I'm just going in the workshop for ten mins' and scuttled out to drag the wheelie bin into said workshop.
After a good half hour of unravelling tissues, opening stinking fish wrappers and pawing through rotting left-overs, at the bottom of the 3rd compressed bin bag I eventually found the contents of the bowl amidst the dust and dog hair that made up a vacuum cleaner emptying. Right at the bottom was the chain and pendant PHEW!! :mrgreen: :mrgreen: Just then, when I was filled with relief that I can get away with dropping it into a drawer and then suddenly remember where it is, the door opens......SWIMBO with phone in hand...'Dave for you.........what on Earth????'
She put 2 & 2 together and needless to say humble pie will be eaten for some time to come.
