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Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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was the moment I employed a window cleaner. For is there anything more mundane and middle-aged in life than the wish to have sparkling glass on a weekly basis?
(Fortunately this feeling wore off quite quickly.)
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:48, 3 replies)
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I lasted without one for ages - then I saw one across the street, and, three minutes later, had employed him.
Bah.
(But at least I can see out now...)
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and the window cleaning stopped.
I moved back in and couldn't be arsed finding the window cleaner again, who, by the way, is Mexican and therefore probably dead.
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nothing to do with getting old, i'm just a lazy fucker!
( , Sat 2 May 2009, 17:37, closed)
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