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Back in August I provisionally booked a holiday cottage for next summer. The agent couldn’t take our booking as 2012 rates hadn’t been settled but said they would contact me in October with details.
October has been and gone. The wife asked me if I could chase them up to find out what is happening and pay the deposit to secure the booking.
Have I kept the email correspondence with the agent? – No.
Do I remember who the agent was? – No.
Have I saved the property details in my favourites? – No.
Do I know what the property is called? – No.
Do I know where it is? – Not exactly.
Can I remember what the place looked like? – No.
Have I already booked off 2 weeks at work? – Yes.
Am I in the dog house? - Yes
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if your wife doesn't know any of the details, then just book anything anywhere?
if your wife doesn't know any of the details, then just book anything anywhere?
Like I could get away with that!
I will be there too when the wife sees what I did to my face coming off the bike tonight. Surprised I didn't give myself a black eye.
Careful hair positioning & sitting on her right side has worked so far.
As a fan of rhetorical questions, I applaud you!
* applauds *
check your history on here i'm sure you asked about cottages earlier in the year. If not check your history on your home pc?
This place has nice cottages for hire:
http://www.underthethatch.co.uk/
So you could go down the, I was going to book X, but I though Y was better/more romantic
how did you contact him?
email? check your email client
phone? check your call history / phone bill
internet? check your history
simples
check your history on here i'm sure you asked about cottages earlier in the year. If not check your history on your home pc?
History doesn't go back far enough, neither do the company phone logs. 😐
Wouldn't your wife find that too amusing to be angry with you?
Could be some bargains down Italy way at the moment!
Result! Started phoning up letting agents until I found one with my details on their database.
Out of the dog house… until she discovers the chunk that I took out of the kitchen worktop the other day when I dropped a mitre saw on it.
Being married is like juggling chain saws. Thrilling until you make a mistake.
Deleted, seeing as you've found it.
Being married is like juggling chain saws. Thrilling until you make a mistake.
No - just yours. My marriage is like juggling moonbeams whilst feel all warm and snug.
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Harry's marriage earlier.