What do you get up to?

I creep into his man cave and throw total rubbish out that has just been accumulating. Think of those hoarder programmes on TV. That's DH's man cave! I don't dare touch any of his many wires or boxes of bits though.

When DH is working away I will get out my sewing and have the dining table as work space for the whole week he's away?, newspapers spread over coffe table and leave dishes in the sink with the bread board over the sink. As I eat very little I use very little crockery!
Occasionally I will invite DD & SIL for tea and will wash up after they leave.
Go to bed late as I want, watch what I want on TV without the debate about what's on that he likes. Read trashy magazines for hours and then pretend to have had a very busy day.................

What the hell...............I've retired and there are two of us not twenty two to look after. Keeping house is a doddle

I once had a limited edition of lime Kit Kats, box of 24 from the market, under my bed. They didn't last for the 24 days I intended either ...
Poundland have syrup waffles and Tunnocks caramel wafers as well as Kit Kats and double packs of Jaffa cakes I've noticed, oh dear. The Syrup waffles' price per pack (5,6?) compares very well with what coffee chains charge for a single one.

I've got a tote bag stuffed with choc bars from the £1 shop (4 for £1) that nobody knows about. If someone comes in while I'm stuffing my face I hide it quick under the cushion. Not been caught yet

Diddy - click on the "Acronyms" button at the top of the forums page here - all will be revealed!

When my DH is away I will enjoy a good clear-out and clean-up without having to stop and get meals. I often put that sort of thing off because I know that if I have to stop after 2 hours and cook lunch, I'll never get back into the mood to continue. That would leave a terrible mess of half done cleaning and clearing which I probably would take weeks to find the oomph to carry on with.

When I'm on my own I can have a cup of tea as often as I want and eat the odd biscuit or apple on the fly and just keep going.

And not have to panic about him treading on things or putting things where he thinks they should go or (heaven forbid) throwing things away that I haven't had a last loving look at....

And playing the piano at 11 pm if I feel like it.

Diddy click on the acronym button at the top of the page. That will tell you all you need to know.

Must admit to my ignorance as a new person to Gransnet, it is often written on this page DH is this a shortening for Dear Husband, not sure, please enlighten me!

I usually eat at the table (although I do miss the long conversations I used to have with DH) so it means having the radio on for company. However, in the last couple of months I have been increasingly eating my evening meal from a tray on my lap in front of the TV!

We tend to eat on our laps because our kitchen is always icy cold. When hubby is away overnight, I don't make the bed properly, just throw the duvet over! That's as bad as i get!

When on my own I indulge in my OCD habits to over tidy the house to a peak of perfection, read books and listen to Radio Four catch-up drama.

Eating the remains of cold Chinese takeaway in the morning for breakfast!
It tastes much better than night before.
I hate eating on my lap but DH prefers it so I eat in the kitchen listening to The Archers in peace & he can watch American rubbish on TV in peace.
Everybody's happy.

Not that he makes any rules- its just my guilty conscience!

Oh yes, I leap out of the chair where Ive been looking at gransnet ot whatsapp on my phone when I hear my OH coming in and pretend Ive been busy ironing or whatever. Mind you I know he eats crisps and other forbidden things when I'm out!

It must be the same water as downstairs!
I think in previous plumbing it was stored in a tank so had been sitting all night and that's where we think 'don't drink upstairs water' . I get bad cramp in the night so in panic glug upstairs water . Not too sure about all the germy things floating about in there , though ! That's surely another thread !

Nonnie1
The chair ???

Finish the remains of last night's glass of wine in the morning.. before ten o'clock.

I eat at the kitchen table, if I ate off my lap I'd spill food down my front. Then I lick my plate, out of sight of the window.
I go out in my dressing gown and slippers to feed the birds and put out the bins.
I get up ridiculously early.
Hurrah for living alone and doing whatever I want!

I wonder what the people we live with get up to when we are not there.
I know that my house often reverberates to heavy rock at ridiculous volume (crashing garbage as I fondly call it) when I'm not there.
So it's not a case of anyone making the rules, it's just us not inflicting our own tastes on others.

We only recently cleared the junk room to become a rather nice dining room, so we tend to eat all our meals there. But when DH is out for lunch, which he is on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I slob in front of Bargain Hunt with a big mug of tea and a fried egg roll with loads of ketchup.

Elrel . bad luck with that rabbit!

If there's no cold water tank anywhere on your premises, the upstairs water comes from the mains just like downstairs.
It has further to come, tho, so may have been lying about in the pipe for a while.

I'm sure my upstairs water is the same as downstairs. I don't have a tank in the loft so it comes straight from the mains either way. I've been drinking upstairs water with my pills for almost 16 years and haven't come to any noticeable harm.

Chocolate seems to be a huge issue which makes me feel better - but can someone please answer the upstairs/downstairs water issue? (I know off thread, sorry)

Oh yes, and chocolate. They shouldn't leave Easter eggs here, should they? Especially partially consumed ones. No one misses a nibble from a broken Easter egg.
Yes but don't let it get to the point when the leftover bit bears no resemblance to what was entrusted to my keeping.
Then there was the time when I grabbed a weeks' old lower section of a chocolate rabbit from the fridge. And broke a dental plate on the thick base. Much hilarity at the dentist's.

I had a couple of days in pyjamas last week. On a different occasion realised I had failed to haul the wheelie bins to their collection point. Scurried out around midnight in pjs and Pooh Bear dressing gown. Met no-one that time. Have been known to take recycling out in daylight in dressing gown too, usually spotted by passing neighbour and can feel weak, embarrassed grin spreading over my face.
Please don't report me to DC!!