When you just know what your wife is going to say...

Stalker62

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For reasons that are not relevant, I have for the last two days, had to drive my wife to work at a local Hospital.

Drop her off, and scoot back eight hours later to take her home.

This morning it was (literally) freezing. I walked the dogs at 0400. I was wearing shorts (I know!) and a Gillet, but I am not stupid. I had also put on my big blue dressing gown to keep out the chill.

To any random passing insomniac, it would have looked like I was walking my dogs in the middle of the night in only my dressing gown.

I thought nothing of it.

Fast forward an hour or so, and I have got the car started and 'de-frosting' on the drive.

My wife comes downstairs, resplendent in her Nurse's uniform.

She stops and looks me up and down, as only a wife can.

"You are not taking me to work dressed like that!"

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I 'flash' open the dressing gown, to show her I am actually wearing shorts underneath.

"I don't care. You are not driving me to work in your dressing gown! What if you have an accident? What if my colleagues see you? Go and put a coat on please".

I sulk off like a truculent child to do her bidding - but I am not finished yet.

I notice her woolly hat on the side table. I stick it on my head. It looks ridiculous; but that is the whole point. I take a 'selfie' and send it to her with a comment.

I then stroll nonchalantly into the kitchen, and act as if nothing is wrong.

My wife looks at me and shouts:-

"You are not wearing that!"

"Look at your phone"
says I.:evil:

She does.


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If you thought the weather was frosty this morning, think yourself lucky you were not doing a car-share with me...❄️
 
Years ago I worked with a lovely girl named Teresa but laughed my socks off when she actually married a chap called Mark Greene!!!

Mrs Teresa Greene.....!
 
My wife either doesn't care, has a sense of humour or is a saint as ...

On the rare occasion that she can get me off the ranch to go to lunch, dinner or even a play

she wears her latest Westley Richards get up, whilst I wear trackies and a pair of wellies

If it is a 'fancy do'- I will abandon the wellies for natty pair of stalking boots

They are looking at you - AGAIN - she observes

My reaction is to instinctively grab my pint of beer in case it is nicked

I like the idea of a dressing gown though ......

PS - I'm exaggerating - I rarely take the wellies off other than in bed
 
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@dunwater


She is in with a 'specialist' old boy - who is working his welding magic on her...🧙‍♂️
So a case of tin worm rather than the mundane and boring reliability issues we both have learned to know and love?
I have to tell ya, I don’t know how to spend all the time and money accumulating since I got rid of my beloved Disco.
Sometimes I even wish I had it back.
Stockholm syndrome at its finest……
 
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