Posts Tagged ‘Adult Life’
Hotels 2 – By Hermione Moist (With Apologies To Walter de la Mare)
Posted in Art, Funny, Humor, Humour, Poetry, travel, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Adult Life, Burns, Drink, Drunk, England, Humor, Humour, Romantic Poets, Satire, Scotland, the Traveller, Travel, UK, Victorian England, Walter de la Mare on May 9, 2014| 11 Comments »
Let Down By Love – Aunty Bill Help!
Posted in Beauty Tips, Funny, Humor, Humour, Scotland, TV, UK, tagged Adult Life, Black Humour, Broken Hearts, Cars, Funny, Humor, Humour, Men and Women, Motoring, Puns, Relationship Advice, Relationships, Satire on April 17, 2014| 20 Comments »
Hello Aunty;
Several days ago I discovered that my man was cheating on me with a foot pump. Ever since I have felt very deflated.
Is there anything I can do?
Wendy, Bolton
Dear Wendy,
Men are creatures of habit and it may well be that you haven’t been paying him full attention, hence his preoccupation with matters of the motoring kind.
If he’s feeling under pressure at work or home he needs a release valve and seems to have found it in the boot of his car. Tread carefully but you need to get to the hub of the problem before it escalates. Perhaps he’s tired of the domestic routine although it’s too early to gauge.
Without wishing to put a spanner in the works I suggest that if you spoke to him about your concerns he may well realise the error of his ways and realise he has been acting a bit nuts. With a little effort you may be able to repair this relationship without puncturing his hopes for the future.
Just be thankful it’s a foot pump and not one of the flash ones down the local petrol station. Although you have to pay to use them, the hoses are so much longer and once it gets going the vibration is something else!
Aunty
Diving For Pearls – By Paul Holland
Posted in Poetry, Spain, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Adult Life, Bed, Break Ups, Ireland, Longing, Loss, Love, Poems, Relationships, Sleep, Spain, Writing on March 25, 2014| 6 Comments »
Shifting over in the bed.
Waking at
My usual time to wake
Minutes before the alarm sounds.
I laugh at the lonely
Silliness,
Of my being pleased
That I can turn on the other lamp with a toe
My left big toe.
It has taken these years
To shift from having
Had
A
‘My side of the bed’
But I navigate around
These various double beds
Painters long since slipped
Still a deep sleeper
But wandering now
From clinging to the
Ribbing at the side
Of a queen-sized mattress
In the company of
Her
Her of splendid isolation
To now
To all the kingdoms
And beyond
As there’s no one there to wake to.
If there were to be
It’d be a pretty pass
To wake a sleeping lover with a big toe in her gob
(Still?
….horses for courses…)
As I swing to turn on their lamp
I can imagine lights being put out for less.