Things That Gladden The Heart

My mate got back on Friday, 4 hour stopover turned into 6 days. He had 5 flights cancelled before he got out.
They got the transit passengers out first.
We were due back the previous Saturday and were waiting at the gate when the first raids began at the airport. So we had an extra 10 days.
The local people and staff were absolutely wonderful, friendly and welcoming. I feel for them having to continue putting up with this.
2 or 3 missile/drone alerts a day, with warnings to take cover, accompanied by the explosions when they are shot down is very disconcerting over time.
Although this situation is spread across many smaller countries, it pales into insignificance as to what innocent people in Iran are going through. My thoughts are with them (but, as they say, not prayers as this is one of the reasons that got us into this mess in the first place)
 
My mate got back on Friday, 4 hour stopover turned into 6 days. He had 5 flights cancelled before he got out.
Have just arrived in Hong Kong for the start of an extended trip around the far east.
When booking it over a year ago there was an option to have a stop over in Doha, but we decided to pay a little bit more to fly direct. Thank God we did that. The flight path had to go through a narrow gap between Russia and Iran.
 
Mate of mine managed to get back on his scheduled flight on Sunday.
When I asked him what was it like he said.
"Sirens and emergency services tearing round and the odd loud bang, basically another Saturday night in Toxteth" said the Liverpool 8 lad.
 
Had a heavy cold recently.
Got a bollocking from MrsA after a jeans wash resulted in tissue fragments everywhere.
After making a grovelling apology I have removed all the bits of tissue from 6 pairs of her and my jeans.
Interestingly, the only jeans with significant tissue debris inside the pockets were both hers.
She’s had a rough week so I’ll internalise my gloating.
 
Had a heavy cold recently.
Got a bollocking from MrsA after a jeans wash resulted in tissue fragments everywhere.
After making a grovelling apology I have removed all the bits of tissue from 6 pairs of her and my jeans.
Interestingly, the only jeans with significant tissue debris inside the pockets were both hers.
She’s had a rough week so I’ll internalise my gloating.
Golden rule in our house - if the tissues were in my pocket then that's my fault. If they were in her pockets, then I should've checked all the pockets before putting the washing on so that's my fault. If they were her pockets and she put the washing on - then clearly I should have done the washing so that'll be my fault.
 
Golden rule in our house - if the tissues were in my pocket then that's my fault. If they were in her pockets, then I should've checked all the pockets before putting the washing on so that's my fault. If they were her pockets and she put the washing on - then clearly I should have done the washing so that'll be my fault.
My son got a phone number of a girl he liked and left it in his jeans which he put in the laundry basket.
I then washed said jeans and I took great delight in watching him desperately try and work out what the numbers were.
My suggestions of it looked like either 999 or 666 were met with several grunts and looks of disdain.

The best bit was he couldn’t decipher the number but met her the following week by coincidence in a club and she told him she wasn’t interested and the number she gave him was actually just made up.

Young love ❤️
 
My son got a phone number of a girl he liked and left it in his jeans which he put in the laundry basket.
I then washed said jeans and I took great delight in watching him desperately try and work out what the numbers were.
My suggestions of it looked like either 999 or 666 were met with several grunts and looks of disdain.

The best bit was he couldn’t decipher the number but met her the following week by coincidence in a club and she told him she wasn’t interested and the number she gave him was actually just made up.

Young love ❤️

This reminds me of the segment on Radio 1, think it was called Flirt Divert.

There was a number you could give out to someone if you weren’t interested, then they played the voicemail messages out over the radio
 
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