my dishy man

He is dishy, of course. But that misleading title belongs to a little diatribe all about my man and his relationship with our dishwasher.

If you’ve ever read the first ever blog post I wrote – written back in the days when blogs hadn’t been invented yet (1996), but published here on this blog in 2007 – you’ll see that the washing machine and my husband don’t see eye to eye. That relationship deteriorated to the point that he was banned from touching it before we were even married. I’d be surprised if he even knew where it was these days.

The washing machine might be out of the picture, but the dishwasher has struggled on, trying desperately to please. It’s never been a good relationship, but he’s never managed to flood a neighbour’s kitchen with it, which is always a plus…

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How to train your husband

I was going to write a quick guide on how to train your husband this week. But my first port of call was some research into the matter, and I … Continue Reading →

Going for birthdays, bolting and bling

Right now, the house is silent and calm, as Mr Boxer Shorts is out with the girls on a shopping trip. Shopping for moi. That is a complete and total … Continue Reading →

A story about pumping

  • By Alison
  • 11 November, 2009
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Since we no longer have any forms of transport available, I had to ride my pushbike up to the hospital for my pre admission blood test. In the rain.  Since … Continue Reading →

What men like to read

Apparently I appeal to men. Let’s just leave you to think about that for a moment. . . . Ok, while I enjoyed that little ego boost, what I was … Continue Reading →

Chinese for one

I am not terrible at cooking, but I am terrible at remembering to prepare beforehand. So often I find myself with a lump of frozen chicken that I forgot to … Continue Reading →

Men – can’t live with ’em, can’t kill ’em

  • By Alison
  • 10 February, 2009
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There are many milestones within each person’s life, and most people would expect (with, for the most part, good cause) that those nearest and dearest to them will remember some … Continue Reading →

Men, born stupid or learned behaviour?

  • By Alison
  • 13 October, 2007
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My husband just rang me from WHSmith, to ask me where the sticky back plastic was (which I’d sent him out to buy). My response? “Don’t they KNOW?” What makes … Continue Reading →

Why can’t men do washing?

  • By Alison
  • 24 February, 2007
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I now have a huge pile of grey clothing. Grey. Very very grey. Don’t think that it is a choice thing. Grey being the new black and all – bollocks. … Continue Reading →