I had a bit of a shock last weekend, I was due to go sculling last Saturday
morning at 7.00am first light (the only advantage of the clock change).
So I got up early, dressed quietly, put on my kit and went to my car.
But as I drove out of the garage the rain was pouring down in stair-rods,
snow was mixed in with the rain and the wind was blowing at 50mph.
So I went back into the house and turned on the weather channel,
which told me that, if anything, the bad conditions were going to
deteriorate, not improve.
So I went back upstairs, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different sense of
anticipation, and whispered: ‘The weather out there is terrible.’
To which she sleepily replied: ‘Yes, but can you believe that my stupid
husband is out sculling in it?’
;o(
Neil
Bloody hell! And then you felt someone cuddle up behind _you..?
LOL
But it was your "soft nancy boy hands" confusing her, had you
carressed her "back" with the callused hands of a rower you have had
the normal uuuuurgh. Thus dampening down your "sense of anticipation"
Wilf
(Speaks from experience)
ROFLMAO!! Very good, Neil.. :^)
Mike
I heard this a number of times as a golf joke, but it
still tickles me.
Mike