A Horrible Hometime Realisation
As I was packing up to leave work the other day, I checked in my cupboard and found a bag of sweets.

"Ooh!" I thought, "I'll take those for the journey"

'For the journey', for arse's sake. I might as well buy a tartan blanket for the parcel shelf and be done with it.

I'm also on the cusp of another stage in the language-of-ageing process, specifically how my leisure time is described.
Childhood: 'Playing'
Teens: 'Hanging out'
Young people: 'Chilling'
Me, any day now: 'Pottering'

I'll need to be careful, of course. Too much extreme pottering and I might have a fall.
(costas, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 13:12, 5 replies)

"Your new hip awaits you, sir."

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 12 Jun 2012, 13:15, closed)

I pottered about in the garden just the other weekend
I was wearing my Crass t shirt. When Dave King designed their logo I'm sure he didn't see it being worn my a 40ish fat bloke tending his veg patch
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 14:05, closed)

"tending his veg patch"
Is that the euphemism du jour?
( Ghoti Fingers, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 15:33, closed)

I had one just now.
Comparing company pension contributions.

Oh dear.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 12 Jun 2012, 14:42, closed)

A sweet or a fall?

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 22:50, closed)