Currently 'at the end of my tether' thread
Posted: 23 Jul 2010, 10:02
Even more so due to the tome I was writing has just disappeared and I'm having to type it again. Here's a little story about chairs but I need to set the scene first.
I believe I have developed a very high tolerence level (due more to laziness I fear) about various day-to-day stuff. Believe me, this was not always the case. I started out as a 'do everything yourself if you want something doing' moving on to a 'well if I ask people surely they will clear up/wash up/take care etc' slipping into the odd 'shouty' moment from time to time. But that was all in the past, none of it worked, so why be a fishwife? It's not an attractive quality. So no, for me now it's a 'cut your nose off to spite your face' attitude I adopt. Sit back readers and indulge, maybe judge me but overall allow me a few moments of your time.
When Old Ma Debaser passed over, I inherited her set of dining room chairs and table. Not my bag but we didn't have one and it would do and plus they go for quite a healthy sum on Ebay (remembering my comment about laziness will enlighten you as to why they are still in my house and not in someone else's
) Anyway someone and someone's workmate often takes two of them outside in the morning for a cuppa and a ciggie before setting off to clean windows. I've tried the '3 step plan' to get them back in the house - myself, ask nicely, little shout so am now on step 4, cutting my nose etc. Actually, now I think about it, I did try to solve problem a month or so ago by buying garden furniture, nice garden furniture, chairs with arms and a lovely table with canopy but made the mistake of placing them 15 steps a bit too far away 
Tuesday night I returned home from the staff night out, the journey home being a tad treacherous due to storm, can you see where this may be leading, my dearest readers? So I noticed a chair was outside but never said a word, never brought it in, never did the shouty bit - see it's the cutting my nose off to spite my face bit. However, a few hours later, just before I went to bed I unplugged the Rotel cd played, carefully wound cable around it, opened back door and placed in gently on top of dining room chair.
The night was a long one of unbroken sleep due to excessive rain. Left for school the following morning after noticing the large puddle that had settled on top of aforementioned cd player and around dining room chair. Got a phone call at work when someone else had noticed. It ended with 'bloody childish.SLAM' Came home, no mention and both objects were inside. Chair bleached and rainspotted, cd player, well who knows I wasn't asking
It's not been mentioned since. However, as I made my cup of tea this morning I see the chair is out there again
I have texted to mention that he'd better keep his fingers crossed it doesn't rain. But the poor fool texted back saying 1) the weatherman says it's going to be fine and 2) the cd player's fukked anyway'
As if I'd put that on the chair - he has brand new lazers sat on top of the dining room table and there's always the drum kit
Also at this point, I will add that last year he left one of my bentwood chairs (which I love dearly) outside for a few weeks, with the result it's even more related to it's name.
I believe I have developed a very high tolerence level (due more to laziness I fear) about various day-to-day stuff. Believe me, this was not always the case. I started out as a 'do everything yourself if you want something doing' moving on to a 'well if I ask people surely they will clear up/wash up/take care etc' slipping into the odd 'shouty' moment from time to time. But that was all in the past, none of it worked, so why be a fishwife? It's not an attractive quality. So no, for me now it's a 'cut your nose off to spite your face' attitude I adopt. Sit back readers and indulge, maybe judge me but overall allow me a few moments of your time.
When Old Ma Debaser passed over, I inherited her set of dining room chairs and table. Not my bag but we didn't have one and it would do and plus they go for quite a healthy sum on Ebay (remembering my comment about laziness will enlighten you as to why they are still in my house and not in someone else's
) Anyway someone and someone's workmate often takes two of them outside in the morning for a cuppa and a ciggie before setting off to clean windows. I've tried the '3 step plan' to get them back in the house - myself, ask nicely, little shout so am now on step 4, cutting my nose etc. Actually, now I think about it, I did try to solve problem a month or so ago by buying garden furniture, nice garden furniture, chairs with arms and a lovely table with canopy but made the mistake of placing them 15 steps a bit too far away Tuesday night I returned home from the staff night out, the journey home being a tad treacherous due to storm, can you see where this may be leading, my dearest readers? So I noticed a chair was outside but never said a word, never brought it in, never did the shouty bit - see it's the cutting my nose off to spite my face bit. However, a few hours later, just before I went to bed I unplugged the Rotel cd played, carefully wound cable around it, opened back door and placed in gently on top of dining room chair.
The night was a long one of unbroken sleep due to excessive rain. Left for school the following morning after noticing the large puddle that had settled on top of aforementioned cd player and around dining room chair. Got a phone call at work when someone else had noticed. It ended with 'bloody childish.SLAM' Came home, no mention and both objects were inside. Chair bleached and rainspotted, cd player, well who knows I wasn't asking
It's not been mentioned since. However, as I made my cup of tea this morning I see the chair is out there again
I have texted to mention that he'd better keep his fingers crossed it doesn't rain. But the poor fool texted back saying 1) the weatherman says it's going to be fine and 2) the cd player's fukked anyway'As if I'd put that on the chair - he has brand new lazers sat on top of the dining room table and there's always the drum kit
Also at this point, I will add that last year he left one of my bentwood chairs (which I love dearly) outside for a few weeks, with the result it's even more related to it's name.
