It gets worse...
I've recently started up somewhat of an email flirtation with a terribly nice chap I met a few weeks back. We've been discussing stuff we enjoy doing to pass the time of a weekend.

Mine include, but are not limited to;

Watching cricket
Doing the crossword
Drinking a nice pint of proper beer in a proper pub
Fixing things round the house

I also mentioned that while I don't have a garden, I'd like to get some window boxes so I could spend some happy moments growing things.

Give me a packet of Werthers original and I appear to have turned into someone's grandad.

I make myself quite sad sometimes.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 15:14, 4 replies)

don't be sad.
I don't have a grandad left anymore, if you want to be a surrogate one for me that would be ace.


Bazza
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 30 Apr 2009, 15:22, closed)

Pfft
I don't have a garden either, so instead I have planters on the balcony that take up so much space that I can't fit a deck chair out there anymore. I'm not even growing pretty flowers, I've gone for the grown up Chilli's, strawberries and spring onions approach incase there's a zombie apocalypse.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 15:31, closed)

If you like chilli's
try "Peter Pecker" - you will like those! And it will make old ladies blush knowingly.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 30 Apr 2009, 15:34, closed)

Don't be sad.
Will you marry me?
(Rich T has a clever and witty sig, Fri 1 May 2009, 16:52, closed)