Re: FAO: Andy Hewitt

Mentally Sub-Normal wrote:
On Sep 29, 9:00 pm, wildrover.a...@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Andy Hewitt) wrote:
Mentally Sub-Normal <sarah.j.balf...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Who with?
Er, Eclipse. We switched to their ADSLMax service at roughly the same
time, remember...? ;o) <grin> Sorry, I just assumed you would...My
apologies
Oh! righto. No, I don't remember, but then I don't remember some things
I did only a few minutes ago...... who are you? ;-)

No idea. <checks inside knickers. Marks & Spencer.

OMG, the smell of your knickers doesn't make you faint outright?!?

http://groups.google.com/group/uk.people.support.depression/msg/cbfa77c8c317512b

(and I quote)
"...we then needed to go
to Morrison's because his daughter needed to food shop. It was there
The Incident occurred. I felt myself needing to fart and I knew what
would happen if I did. I tried in vain to get to the loo in time, but
failed. I could feel it trickling down my right leg - no, not the
squits, but the other side effect of Xenical - bright orange,
foul-smelling oily stuff (it's put me off curry for life, I can tell
you). I began panicking (gods only know what his daughter thought of
me) and screaming at him to "GET ME HOME!!" he dragged me out to the
van, where I sat without any knickers or jeans on, on a carrier bag so
that I didn't mess the seat.

When we arrived home, I changed into a clean pair of knickers and
jeans. They remained clean for precisely 2 minutes before it happened
again. I took them out to the kitchen where Chris had put the previous
pair in a bucket with some Ace to soak. The water was hot (well,
hottish). I SCREAMED at him that you NEVER soak anything in hot water
because it would set the stain and my jeans would be ruined. It wasn't
his fault, poor bloke, he was only trying to help. I basically said he
was completely useless and that he couldn't do anything right. I was
angry with myself and I took it out on him - he barely said two words
to me this evening. The jeans, incidentally, are fine.

I experienced a similar incident this morning when I was on the phone
to a friend (actually, that was the second time this morning - the
first left a massive patch on the seat of my new PJBs). I'd just come
out the shower when he called. I was sitting, wrapped in my new,
pea***-blue, towel on a chair. I felt it coming and managed to throw
the towel away just before it happened. The chair, incidentally, is
leatherette which meant it was easier to clean than the towel would
have been. And it was a complete mess - took me half a roll of Bounty
to clean it up - and several buckets of disinfectant water. I then
spent another hour in the shower before I felt clean again.

It's so bad, I've now had to resort to incontinence pads. Do you have
any idea how embarassing it is, aged 30, to be handing over a pack of
Tena Lady to the 16-year-old (female) assistant in Boots? I tried
Always nights but they didn't do the trick, so it's now come to this."


Just remember, assumption is the mother of screw-ups :-)

I know (though I've no idea what my sex-life has to do with the price
of haddock ;o) Sorry in one of /those/ moods)

$#itting one's knickers does not enhance one's sex life, at least that's what I hear as I've never tried myself.

<snips>

Even so...

Sarah
(off to bed)

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