Don’t spend the evening listening contentedly to the long-awaited rain and imagining it filling the water butt in the garden, and then suddenly remember at 11pm that you had cleaned out and dismantled the water butt the day before and it is sitting upside down in the garage.
Don’t run out in your PJs and slippers frantically trying to set up and reconnect the water butt in the rain, dark and howling wind, only to find your OH — unaware you are outside — is about to lock the french doors on you for the night.
Oh Athelas sounds like a good comedy sketch. I can so relate to the garden tools indoors and kitchen out … my terrace opens directly onto my lounge so to try to stop it creeping inside I have placed a side table just outside the patio doors. It does end up being a weird mix of stuff….secateurs, bowls, coffee grounds and gardening gloves so far this morning.
As a side to emptying out pockets..when we first got married I didn't check my husband's trousers.his mobile phone was in them!when I said he shouldve checked them first he said that's what wives do! His sister said did you not read the manual that comes with a husband?!! We all laughed and ever since then I ask where this manual is..never found it and he's never lived that comment down Â
@the tidy gardener in 52 years of marriage I think I could count on 2 hands the number of times my husband has used the washing machine! The only time I remember is when he put his work clothes in and yes, forgot to check the pockets! The mobile phone spent a week in rice hoping to dry it out which didn't work.
Years ago, someone on here posted about how her newly married but untrained husband dumped his clothes on the bathroom floor.  She pointed out she was his wife, not his mother, and dirty clothes go in the laundry bin. Pocket contents do not.
Every now and again when I have to call an engineer to clear the washing machine pump of yet another golf tee I remind OH about the pocket rules.  The last time tho it was also one of my thick, elastic covered hairbands.......
Husbands and washing machines should never be mixed….. unless you love pink! Three times hubby has “accidentally “ dyed loads of my whites a horrible shade of pink by washing them with red bedding, shirts or socks!  Do not let husbands do white washing……
We have division of labour here. Dirty washing is sorted by us all into one of 3 bins - whites and lights; black and blue; the rest and I then look after the washing machine cycles. OH hangs it up to dry and irons it.
My OH does his fair share of the washing and even remembers to get it out of the machine when I put a load in and forget about it. He does the ironing too! But he still will still throw in the odd woollen (even though they never go in the washing bin) and will overlap things with other things to dry.
Don't pay stupid prices for things just because it's labelled as organic or environmentally friendly. We've just come back from a rather up-market garden centre where we saw a pack of 10 oversized lolly sticks for plant labels at £4.50 (they were tied togeth with twine), 3 slate plant labels about 3" x 1 1/2" also stuck to lolly sticks at £15, and a bag of hedgehog food for £7. Food for other creatures at similar prices is also available.
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Don’t run out in your PJs and slippers frantically trying to set up and reconnect the water butt in the rain, dark and howling wind, only to find your OH — unaware you are outside — is about to lock the french doors on you for the night.
The only time I remember is when he put his work clothes in and yes, forgot to check the pockets!
The mobile phone spent a week in rice hoping to dry it out which didn't work.
Every now and again when I have to call an engineer to clear the washing machine pump of yet another golf tee I remind OH about the pocket rules.  The last time tho it was also one of my thick, elastic covered hairbands.......
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"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." - George Bernard Shaw