Secrets you keep from your other half
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Keep nothing from her - you may be able to deceive her, but not yourself.
I say this having lost my dear wife to cancer, 3 months back.
She never, ever questioned my spending on my bikes - likewise, I never questioned her spending on her hobbies.Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom0 -
Ands wrote:pneumatic wrote:Mrs Pneumatic and I have no secrets from one another. 8)
at least, that is what we tell each other!
Now, I see what you are trying to do there, but you should be aware that I have had professional media training, so:
I would like to make three points if I may: Mrs Pneumatic and I have no secrets from one another, Mrs Pneumatic and I have no secrets from one another and, finally, Mrs Pneumatic and I have no secrets from one another.
See what I did there! 8) 8)0 -
That's a lot of protestation of innocence!!
I don't keep things from Himself because I'm useless at fibbing - and the postie usually tips up when he's in and I'm out if I've attempted to buy things 'on the quiet' 8)
The last big thing I bought was a vintage tractor and that's kinda hard to keep a secret.
Especially given that I was as giddy as f*ck about buying it!0 -
that i have no idea where those marks on the kitchen floor came from... i know full well that they came from the cleats on my road bike shoes because i was too lazy to take them off whilst getting a water bottle.0
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ShockedSoShocked wrote:I tell my girlfriend nout, mainly because I don't want to know her secrets, so I don't tell her mind. Is that a bad thing?
Hummm, not sure about that one. Do you plan on staying with her...as it's not exactly the basis of a long lasting relationship..;-)
Little white lies yeah, but...0 -
Page23 wrote:that i have no idea where those marks on the kitchen floor came from... i know full well that they came from the cleats on my road bike shoes because i was too lazy to take them off whilst getting a water bottle.0
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NervexProf wrote:Keep nothing from her - you may be able to deceive her, but not yourself.
I say this having lost my dear wife to cancer, 3 months back.
She never, ever questioned my spending on my bikes - likewise, I never questioned her spending on her hobbies.
Really sorry to hear that Nervex..
As for spending, as far as I'm concerned as long as you're not putting the family in debt you should be able to spend what you want, when you want. I also have no issues with the misses doing exactly the same. I really don't get all this secret stuff..0 -
Ands wrote:Page23 wrote:that i have no idea where those marks on the kitchen floor came from... i know full well that they came from the cleats on my road bike shoes because i was too lazy to take them off whilst getting a water bottle.
On the rare occasion I am allowed such luxury I like to watch TV in my pants, drink as much as I damn well please and decide my own bedtime."In many ways, my story was that of a raging, Christ-like figure who hauled himself off the cross, looked up at the Romans with blood in his eyes and said 'My turn, sock cookers'"
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Ands wrote:I think these are the best secrets . OH is away at the moment and I relished in the fact I could sit on the arm of the sofa (frowned upon) whilst eating cottage cheese straight from the tub (unforgiveable). And then I had toast in bed. 8)
isn't this taking the thread into entirley new territory 'things you do when alone in the house without your partner knowing?' - or does that have potential to plumb some murky depths (though that has never stopped us before...)
I have to admit a liking for obscure documentaries about tanks when alone with the sky remote control. ('Tank Overhaul' anyone?). Once when my good lady came home and caught me watching one about a Sherman restoration I was asked why I couldn't watch porn like any normal male.Chocolate makes your clothes shrink0 -
"On the rare occasion I am allowed such luxury I like to watch TV in my pants, drink as much as I damn well please and decide my own bedtime."
You have a TV in your pants??
That sounds as bad as opening the door in your dressing gown0