To ask how long can you all keep it tight before you need a blow out?

[Coatsoff42]

Only because after a whole Sumer of keeping it tight and responsible and the return to school stuff I am ready to drop the plough and cut loose. It feels like long enough.

An I unreasonable to say there is a limit on how long you can be good and work hard before you go mad?

I’m too old and knackered to go crazy , I wouldn’t drink or go clubbing ..I do sing a lot though .
I say “ hey Siri “play …and sing along very loudly do a dance and hope the dog doesn’t join in .

I agree.fed up of hampster wheel if work, kids,, tea, housework!

Crack open some Mead and let yourself go 🤣

I completely understand, OP. I'm having a shit time at work and last night drank all the wine and held a solo kitchen disco until 2am. DH fled to bed in terror at 10 pm, and today I feel so much better 😁

Here for you Coats. What are we fighting about?

I need a blow out please but all I’ve had is a blow down of my garden fence. The biggest excitement today was fixing that and eating crumpets. Boring. Boring.

Something pretty trivial we can take seriously when we are drunk. North vs south, something like that,
runny porridge vs thick porridge
should people own cheese knives?
are cats or dogs better?
are people in fancy cars generally knobs?

nothing serious I think. Not Palestine/israel!

@Blackgoeswitheverything
lets burn the old fence panels on a bonfire and run naked through the gap they left behind.
should we wee in the neighbours garden in the dark? Or draw something in weed killer on the lawn?

No we’ll fix the fence and eat a crumpet because we are sensible.

I'm off to get my flaming torch!

Me too 😂

@Coatsoff42

No I’ve done the sensible thing with the crumpets and pruners. We’ll crawl through and draw nobbly knees and todgers on the neighbours patio with chalk (they always ignore me anyway) then off down the pub at the end of the road for cheese crisps and totty watching in the corner of the pub.

I'd like some mice friends.

We could be whirling dervish rattific mice and scamper round cutting loose, dropping our teeny tiny ploughs everywhere.

I’ve got one mouse friend, he’s called Fred. I rescued him from the garden pond.

I don’t have the health like I used to
Parkinson’s at 62, 7 years in, affecting me more these days

Let’s go porridge. I have strong feelings about that 😂

DD has gerbils. I think they're mine really now tbh.

I want their life.

The excitement over a toilet roll tube! And they are so thrilled when it's a kitchen roll tube!