Really brummi accents grind on me and will u be able to get home quick enough Tom in case

It's a good 2 and a half hours on a clear run, any accidents in either direction and it slows down to what has once taken me 5 hours. Going on the basis that an average first time labour is 14 hours, I [imight [/imake it.

They (the Brummi accents) are so slllooooowwww and dulllllll, kind of cheers me up. Especially when the person talking is having a joke, you can see from their face they're happy but their voice is like "Please shoot me".

It's like the opposite effect of this;

You sure your bread knife is actually up the duff and hasn't just got really fat from massive portions of church cake?

Yep ur right about the labour bit surely she will want u there right at the start so she can punch ur lights out for putting her in that way, the men always get the blame u know

The thought crossed my mind. Unless she ate something live with the ability work it's way from the stomach to the womb and sustain it's own life then I'm quietly confident that there's a little baby in there, stranger things have happened though, I once found a £5 note and shoved it in my back pocket, when I went to spend it the shopkeeper gave me a funny look and said "very funny" and handed me back my £5 note. On one side it was a very good note, the reverse was plain white with the text "We have been waiting for you to pick this up all day", gutted.

Don't want to miss that then, I like a bit of the rought and tumble stuff.

It ain't ruff and tumble she will never forgive u the circulation will go in ur hands cos shel squeeze em that hard, then wen u get ur little bundle all is forgiven



and then u can go and wet the babys head.

Ooh a Christening, My Church does nice cake.

Dead here recently and it's not even because of a Sci-fi theme.

I've had a right up and down day, literally, fixing destratification fans in a scissor lift, I have a tan line where my shirt has been but its not from UV, it's from 3 years of warehouse dust thats settled in broken down equipment.

Looking forward to laying amongst it in the bath, my hair, having the consistency of a feather duster should be lush.

No sign of baby yet

*big sigh*

No

Bet ur other half is real fed up it's not nice been heavily preggers when it's hot like this u need to ave nooki that will work

I don't think now is the time to be sleeping around ginge? She'd leave me.

u div I meant you with her

I know, I know...





If I'm gone for a couple of minutes you know why.

couple of minutes how the hell did she get pregnant

Now listen, dum-dum, I've told you what to do. Listen to Aunt Fanny. If you can't manage it yourself (sigh), get one of the church ladies to rustle up the Garlic and Bean Cassulet. You can donate a fiver, and everything.

You can take a photo of you and dumette eating the Last (peaceful) Supper and I can add it to my collection.

Yeah yeah.



Tried everything, love. Babies not ready! You can't rush perfection, they say.

Don't be rude.


No you haven't and I'm no Cockayne-lover's love.

Sorry.


Sorry.



Been one of them nights.

We [ihave[/i tried everything, perhaps not the exact cassoulet you describe although the ingredients you gave have been ingested one way or another. She tried the '7 pineapples' fable, That's impossible to disprove because it's impossible to eat 7 within the timescale set, apparently.

Ah. The secret is eating them all together. In said stew

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Mrs Washbrook took my medicine when we were worried Danny wouldn't make the flight for Catalans one year. He was on the plane the next day

Make me it, put it in a waitrose food container and i'll come collect it and refund you your expenses?

OK. Swap it for a Last Supper picture from your church. Why a Waitrose food container specifically?

Just had a guess at what food containers you may have had to hand, Would I be better with a guess at Sainsburys?


I'm turning in for the night.

I've had grief from someone posing as an ex-chairman who then goes on to lower himself to pugwash_pal standard, pretty much outing himself as a fake and now I've got bi-polar sufferers bothering me with the PM function.

Sweet dreams haters.

Christ. Anyone would think I was trying to poison him.