To wonder if anyone elses DHs play this game with their wives?

[2kidsintow]

I think the aim of the game is to see how much random crap he can bring into the house and leave in conspicuous and awkward places before my head starts spinning and I explode.

We've got 4 Massive tyres in the kitchen at the moment. I forget they are there to the extent that when visitors mention them I have to do a double take.

Also 3 bikes in a v narrow hall, an improvement on being in their previous location, the living room. Always several tools lying around on the landing

We have the world's largets cables and leads collection. Dating back to the transformer from the original BT Robin answerphone, c1983.

But every new techno-purchase demands another specialist HDMI optical digital scart lead connector port. Apparantly

yy to Logs and electrical item boxes

Also, he gets a bee in his bonnet about tidying a certain cupboard, which consists of taking everything out of it and leaving it on the floor in the hall.

We had a dozen vases in the hall for about a month until I put them back where they came from

Oh, god, the batteries!
Hundreds of battereries from the time he bought a battery re-charger. New batteries mixed with dead batteries, you can never replace a battery without trying 8 or 9 to see which works.
We have about 5 shoeboxes filled with batteries.

When the zombies attack, I will be on the top stair holding a battery at arm's length screaming "lick the end of that you dastardly visitor from the undead" and hoping against hope that it is a live one and will give the zombie a nasty tingle.

Carrie - Oh yes. We have a mahoosive battery recharger (it can recharge non-revhargeable batteries too!), which is in theory a Good Thing. But there are batteries everywhere, the rechargeable ones need recharging, and the others sometimes explode in the machine if left too long.

I sometimes get naughty and buy new batteries

I arrived home from work today and DH had accumulated (from only two of our our lovely neighbours)...

A large plastic garden storage unit (broken but repairable)

A Bicycle

A bag of wooden clothes pegs (including home-made bag)

An 'immaculate' belfast sink

Ye gods, I was only away for 8 hours.

OriginalJ - I have a secret stash of new AA and AAA batteries in my underwear drawer. The extended scrabbling about in the battery collection when the PS3 controller goes down causes too much misery.

Keep hold of that Belfast sink, Previously - those things are lovely. I yearn for one.

In our case it's things like scart leads and random cables and keyboards and defunct mice and shit like that. Network cabling for a network we don't need or want, Wifi routers that will never be used.

There would be no need for the Chinese to be demolishing that mountain in S America for the metal for cables and wiring if we all turned out our cupboards.

Our house alone could supply the whole output of white goods, I reckon.

yy to scart leads and wifi routers. Shit I know nothing about

I play the opposite game.

'What Can I Chuck Without Him Noticing?'

I am very very good at this game.

Oh yes I know this game well. Fortunately I've got quite good at moving it a bit at a time from the house to the utility room to the garage.

Hassled I intend to covet that sink...have an old one (cracked and unloved) from the local dump planted up with some freebie Spring bulbs. Sad to be losing a lovely neighbour just to get immaculate sink though (They are moving away)

I am the Mistress of hoarding to be fair...(My) 14th Birthday cards, photos, family Birth Certificates from 80 years ago, and paper, paper, paper...DH states he never had STUFF before he met me.

I always find that if you do chuck something out, it's sod's law that you will need it shortly afterwards

Not ramdom pieces of junk, just computers. His office is where they come once they die. Why he can't just keep the bits that work and throw the rest away I don't know.

My DH always empties his pockets on the bedside table. They usually contain 1 or 2 tourniques (not sure if that's spelt right), a couple of syringes, loads of bits of paper which I then need to trawl through to find receipts for things to claim back and a few unused dog poo bags.

The above are all work related by the way. They then stay there indefinitely to be joined by the same again the next night and so on.

Whew, I thought it was only my DH and decided he was struggling to accept aging and hoarding to form a sort of security blanket to hide under/clutch on to.

Great, I can take it all to recycling.

I see that when a man "gets wood" it's quite literal.:o

DH is a fiend for this. Whn his Dad died, he went to the garage his dad rented and was filled from floor to ceiling with useful bits of wood.

We have quite a collection now, though it's all firewood for the burner in the front garden , for sitting out in dry spring and autumn evenings - lovely.

The dog always pinches bits for his own woodpile, so it's not just blokes.

Yes, and don't ask me to tell you what any of it is because I don't know.

Random pieces of metal and plastic. I scoop them up and bin them every two weeks. There's plenty more where they came from, is my defense.

I think it starts young.

My friend informs me his son used to reguarly bring home roadkill, displaying a 'flat mole' and a sheep's skull from a maggot factory, from about the age of 8.

Yum yum.

issima see if a dog's home want the towels?

Ddesolatees the wood thing too- we have still got the christmas tree in the back garden because he might whittle it into a walking stick. Apparently.

My Dad used to pick up randon pieces of metal when he was out and about.

When they moved back to the UK from the Far East when he retired, the scrap iron collection came too.

He also made all their packing cases out of tropical hardwoods, just in case he needed some wood in the years ahead. Mum finally abandoned it in the garage on their last house move. Thirty one years later.