Advice given - lay them right, you can walk over them for 30 years
Now, is that true? I think I must have been laying them wrong. Or perhaps I didn’t get the best quality in the first place. I do find after a few years they look a bit worn.But is 30 years the aim, anyway? What if you want a change after, say, 10 years? Then half that hard work initially was for nothing.
I need more advice, I think. Anyone?
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Happy Easter Biff.
But do tell us more about your technique
This is about eggs, right...
I'm beginning to see why my career as a journalist was short-lived
Dull coloured, rougher, rougher ones will never grab your attention much, but will last the pace.
How are you doing?
Are you getting into constructing bridges
And what we are actually talking about, too.
Happy Easter.
Z, lol...30 years, way tooooo long but good luck.
How you doing
What life expectancy are we talking here?
I'd rather get your advice about long-lasting men.
At least they are a treat to look at while they last
Hell, the others aren't worth it.
Give me something I can enjoy now
In a properly regulated world, that would be a snap of the fingers.
Am I the only one who surreptitiously polishes up every old exotic-looking jar / container I come across? Got my 3 wishes all ready
Map, yay, you are back in the land of the serviced! You have a new maid!
I deduce these things, little gets past me
i have no advice
Other than that, the world keeps turning. .
And you?
Attractive to look at, but not so attractive that others want it in their house.
Easy to look after, not high maintenance.
I'm living in interesting times, in some ways. Studying TEFL, in the process of putting out another book, my permanent job ends in two weeks, I'm selling my house (which means tons and tons of housework, never my strong suit) and all going well changing my life completely over the next couple of months. Sometimes a little less interesting would be good, too.
Why is that such a romantic image? The dancing firelight, the rough fur, maybe.
Anyway, still on my list of things to do. Some day. The list is still quite long.
I love washing my man, from head to toe ( and in-between
Molly, Surely Biff could have a Polar bear Rug, one that was killed humanely for eating Nanooks baby seal for example. Imagine wallowing in its deep fur, your clothing asunder on the floor, the warmth of the fire on your body, your eyes reflecting the glow, glowing even more brightly than than the flames, you hear the cork pop from the next bottle of fine wine........I will stop here, I dont want to be the cause of anything untoward occurring.
I only ever washed backs and chests and - okay, never toes. I really need to get more involved in this!
You are my mentor - again!