Years ago, married, hugely pregnant and with a toddler, I was due to move house in a week but decided to ring the removal company to see if they had anything sooner.
They had a space next day, which was great. Unfortunately, I baby-brainedly forgot to inform the other 'alf that we were moving first thing next morning until about 10pm.

Nothing was packed so we hurriedly chucked the essentials into bin bags. The move went ahead with most of our possessions dragged aboard in duvet cases.

I was NEVER allowed to forget that one.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 13 Jan 2015, 14:58, 3 replies)

"Remember the time you were heavily pregnant, and had a toddler to look after,
and I decided to let you sort out all the arrangements for our move? Yeah, you're such a fucking pushover. I want a divorce. "

Boy, was your face ever red!
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 13 Jan 2015, 16:56, closed)

You were married to two Alfs?
That was bigayou.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Tue 13 Jan 2015, 21:56, closed)

When all's said and done,
'e was only 'alf a man.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 18 Jan 2015, 17:30, closed)