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Post by everso on Jan 25, 2009 23:01:51 GMT
My brother in law's a gas man (works for the gas board). In fact, both my sisters have partners called Bob. The other one's a brickie. We just call them Bob the builder and Bob the gas man to tell them apart. Ah, now I understand. No he's a chartered surveyor.  You're obviously not my brother |
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Post by swl on Jan 25, 2009 23:25:26 GMT
My brother in law's a gas man (works for the gas board). In fact, both my sisters have partners called Bob. The other one's a brickie. We just call them Bob the builder and Bob the gas man to tell them apart. Ah, now I understand. No he's a chartered surveyor. You're obviously not my brother So it wouldn't be incest then  |
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Post by trubble on Jan 25, 2009 23:35:53 GMT
One of my aunts calls my brothers-in-law Bob and Dave. She has done for years. But their names are respectively Bill and Michael. I have no idea why she persists but we've all kinda taken to the new names now.
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Post by Patrick on Jan 25, 2009 23:39:02 GMT
Both my Mum and her Mum before have to go round the names of half a dozen relatives before getting anyone's name right!  Sometimes. |
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Post by trubble on Jan 25, 2009 23:42:15 GMT
Why not call everyone Bob, like the rest of us do?
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Post by everso on Jan 25, 2009 23:55:45 GMT
Ah, now I understand. No he's a chartered surveyor. You're obviously not my brother So it wouldn't be incest then  |
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Post by bodgett on Jan 26, 2009 8:41:22 GMT
Have you ever kicked the wall in your sleep, or almost poked your own eye out in the middle of the night? Here's my story - Many years ago, I lived in a cottage in the country near some woods. I used to love watching the bats swooping through the trees and around my garden at dusk. I always slept with the bedroom window open and could hear them fluttering about. One night I awoke suddenly with something cold and clammy at my neck. I absent-mindedly brushed it away with my hand but it settled back at my neck again. A little more awake, I tried to throw it away from my neck but, after a pause, it came right back again. I lost it. I seriously freaked out. A bat was at my neck! I pushed it away again and leapt out of bed, throwing the quilt on the floor where I thought it had landed and ran out of the room yelling my head off. My dog, startled by the sound was barking furiously and trying to get in the bedroom and as I ran out I tripped over him. I put my arm out to break my fall but it just gave way under me and I broke my tooth on the fireplace. Meanwhile my dog was scurrying around the bedroom and I was yelling at him "catch the bat, catch the bat". He never did and that was the last night I slept with the window open. Years later, now married, I woke again with a cold & clammy thing at my neck. My heart started pounding as I slowly reached to push it away... only to discover it was my own hand! I had fallen asleep on my side & given myself a dead arm. When my wife came to bed I had rolled over and my arm had flopped down with my hand at my neck. Of course, every time I pushed it away, it flopped right back. So no, I never did have a vampire bat at my neck. <sheepish> ;D |
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