This morning we planned to linseed oil one of our parquet tiled sitting room floors.
Hub and dog took an extraordinarily long time on their morning walk so I made a start. I moved out all of the furniture, 3 seater sofa, chairs, TV and cabinet, desk, this PC ,footrests, coffeee tables, lamps etc etc.
Then I hoovered and cleaned the skirting boards.
Then I washed the floor over and had a cup of coffee while it dried.
Then on my hands and knees I applied the oil to each and every wooden tile and while it soaked in I hoovered and washed the kitchen floor.
That done it was back onto my knees to rub the excess oil off and bring up a shine. Time to put the furniture back. Sofa, chairs, desk, PC, sidetables.... just as I was plugging the TV back in Hub appears.
Ah, he said, all finished. I thought I could help best by keeping out of your way.
Then the telephone rang. Hub told daughter No 3 that 'we've just finished oiling the parquet'
So tell me, is aiming an oil-sodden cloth straight into someone's smirking fizzog really grounds for divorce?
3 comments:
You know you enjoyed doing it all and then having a wee mump about it. Makes you glow all over doesn't it. ;)
Had a nice coffee with your hubby...........we got the timing right then?
.........:) nah!! I bet it does wonders for the male complextion. Rache
I love the word fizzog not heard it used for ages...Am sure you can come up with a suitable punishment for hubby <ggg>
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