More often than is healthy, the wives in my wife's coven (read group of mums that do coffee mornings and other lady of leisure type stuff while I'm out saving projects) go out for an evening of drinks and dancing.
Sy02 is younger than me, and usually rolls in about half one chewing on a chicken kebab moaning about her achy feet and how she's too old for this caper.
Friday was the girls' Pre-Christmas drinks, not to be confused with the Christmas meal of course
And we downtrodden men sit at home and never have our own nights out. That is to say, about once a year the girls open up one of their evenings to include partners.
So in a feat of men's liberation I organised on FB a men's Pre-Christmas drink. I rolled in at 4:30 am this morning, absolutely pie eyed. Went to bed with no fuss and am up and sitting downstairs not moaning about my feet.
There's plenty of life in this old dog yet
Sy02 is younger than me, and usually rolls in about half one chewing on a chicken kebab moaning about her achy feet and how she's too old for this caper.
Friday was the girls' Pre-Christmas drinks, not to be confused with the Christmas meal of course
And we downtrodden men sit at home and never have our own nights out. That is to say, about once a year the girls open up one of their evenings to include partners.
So in a feat of men's liberation I organised on FB a men's Pre-Christmas drink. I rolled in at 4:30 am this morning, absolutely pie eyed. Went to bed with no fuss and am up and sitting downstairs not moaning about my feet.
There's plenty of life in this old dog yet
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