Brilliant! Looking forward to a new series of Frans solutions for Flapping and Fossicking...like a Domestic Agony Aunt we could write to with our own domestic challenges?
This made me smile and glad I'm not the only one to anthropomorphisise the surround sound of household mysteries!
It was so funny - my sister visited the day after this went out and when I shut the front door and the flap went 'ting ting', she said, 'Oh, it DOES, doesn't it?'
This is just the kind of thing that most marital clashes are made of!
Glad the leaflet stopped some of the clanging; that's not nothing :)
Brilliant! Looking forward to a new series of Frans solutions for Flapping and Fossicking...like a Domestic Agony Aunt we could write to with our own domestic challenges?
This made me smile and glad I'm not the only one to anthropomorphisise the surround sound of household mysteries!
It was so funny - my sister visited the day after this went out and when I shut the front door and the flap went 'ting ting', she said, 'Oh, it DOES, doesn't it?'
Oh, Fran! This mad me smile out loud! 🤣
I'm pleased about that!
A good pizza advice for anyone with a flapping letterbox!
Boom boom!
I think the pizza leaflet dodge is an excellent idea, but he could have told you his cunning plan!
I get to know nothing, Sheila. This whole house holds many mysteries for me.
Sounds a good location for a gothic novel!
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I'm still wondering what fossicking means in your husband's case. Sounds a bit nasty!
It's a non-gardener's word that means gardening, Sheila. He's a professional gardener and I kill plants just by being near them.