on โ28-02-2015 08:41 AM
Solved! Go to Solution.
on โ28-02-2015 04:22 PM
on โ28-02-2015 04:30 PM
Ahhhh....them were the days.
If it didn't stop bleeding, rip a bit of sheeting to bandage it, splitting the end to tie a knot. Not even into a bow. Oh, forgot the mercurichrome (sp?) red stuff that stained.
And told to look where I was going next time.
DEB
on โ28-02-2015 04:34 PM
Awwwwwww, I'm getting all nostalgic for the 50's backyard now, Deb.
No mecurichrome in our house- no money for such fancy stuff.
Sometimes mum's spit was all that was needed. Hahahaha
on โ28-02-2015 04:36 PM
Used to be that we cooked and ate inside, and the toilet was outside.
Then, big change, we cook and eat outside, and the toilet came inside.
I never can accept that in some houses, the toilet is inches away from the bed.
It has long been known that architects have silent wives, but sleeping and toilets do not go together IMO.
โ28-02-2015 04:45 PM - edited โ28-02-2015 04:45 PM
on โ28-02-2015 04:49 PM
I babysat at a (posh) house once which had a large dressing room between the bedroom and the large ensuite. That would be the only way to go for me.
on โ28-02-2015 04:53 PM
When there was an "outhouse" there was often a commode/bottle/ potty in the bedroom.
Bit of progress in comfort since then.
Lurks, wise move in sorting it out now.
DEB
on โ28-02-2015 05:23 PM
Not sure.
My OH seems to be standing before he even wakes up. I hate the idea of him wandering around the house, closer the better I think.
I always say, what are you doing, just to jar him awake. Sometimes he says he's going to fight the dragons or that he has to fix the train. It's never dull, he must have great dreams.
โ28-02-2015 05:25 PM - edited โ28-02-2015 05:26 PM
Not to you TTTT
No darling.......that is the wardrobe door.
DEB
on โ28-02-2015 06:02 PM
Thanks Deb. Now I get it. Bit slow on the uptake.
Sums it up, perfectly and with far fewer words