Three Little Words to make your man happy.
Oh, you could make your man ecstatic! You could bring him happiness beyond his wildest dreams. Just with three little words.
Show him your junk room. I know you’ve got one. All women I know have one. Either in the attic or the cellar. Or the garage. Point him towards it and say those three little words,
clear it out!
He can slurp coffee and rub his stubbly chin whilst he thinks about it.
He can put on scruffy jeans and a slobby t-shirt and old trainers.
He can take the seats out of the car .
He gets to drive to the tip.
And best of all, he can saw bits off things to make them fit in the car.
There are no words to describe the sound of an ancient two-seat sofa falling eight feet into a skip full of ceramic bathroom fittings. I just cannot begin to describe it. But I nearly danced!
And any excuse to use a saw – any excuse whatsoever – is a cause for celebration.
And best of all, (apparently) is that I have been “out of the way” all morning.
Excellent, my man. Can you come clear out my flat? I think most of it is “junk room”
Comment by Anna — January 25, 2003 @ 6:22 pm
My husband now knows the Saturday staff at the dump outside of town. At least once a month he’s doing a run out there. I swear, our house is going to rise 10 centimetres from the lessening weight of stuff!
Kudos to you for all that work and glad you had fun in the bargain.
Comment by ancarett — January 26, 2003 @ 3:49 am
For a true male bonding experience take one husband, one father, one number-one-son (aged 7) and about ten big lads from church. Show them an 80 foot vicarage garden, the bottom half of which hasn’t been seen since 1973. Hire them a skip and let grandad build a BONFIRE!
Actually it looked like so much fun that I joined in!
The best bit about de-cluttering is sitting around in your newly cleared space feeling smug! Enjoy!
Comment by Sarah — January 27, 2003 @ 9:36 am
In my family this is a group effort… Several trips to the tip is also required, the whole family pitches in, Mum and I often jump into the car to take everything, and both chuck it into the crushing thingy. Oh the fun, AND THE SMELL! Most girls my age would be running away screaming for the dirt and smell, but I just help. It’s fun.
Bee.
Comment by Bee — January 31, 2003 @ 7:13 am