A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Saturday, 26 April 2008
RTFM
Make a sentence out of these words: face, on, egg, my. Mr G came back, was led to the offending juicer and, with a smug smile, he flipped the pourer, it clicked and out poured the greyish-purple juice. "You didn't RTFM!" he said. Correct. Me in doghouse, Mr G unwhipped.
Oh dear! I really shouldn't have laughed so much when I read this tale. I haven't tried my Lloyd's Chemist juicer yet. Who knows what I could end up with on my face? Egg... or juice?
2 comments:
Oh dear! I really shouldn't have laughed so much when I read this tale. I haven't tried my Lloyd's Chemist juicer yet. Who knows what I could end up with on my face? Egg... or juice?
Let's hope it's only juice. Egg is harder to wipe off!
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