Lacessit

One thing I will give my GF, she cleans everything. Every day. Including floor dirt I can't even see, with or without glasses. It's when she is cleaning she moves things. I swear she does not use all the detergent in the washing machine, she eats half of it. Time to mow the lawn, I'll send a photo after it is done. Growing fast with all the rain.

There's something wrong with not enjoying the company of women ( or men, if that's preferred ) It's statistically quite obvious denying sex with women leads to a percentage of pedophilia among priests. I forget who it was said the only thing prison cures is heterosexuality.

An alternative hypothesis is you used to duck your head automatically before, now you don't because you have to think about it. My GF shifts things. I am accustomed to knowing where everything is, so when she puts something a foot away from where I left it, I have to recalibrate. Drives me nuts.

IMO you are way smarter than the person you are responding to.

Forty kg. I recommend a visit to SpecSavers, Mr. Magoo.

Please show me just one of the women in that pic that would tip the scales at less than 70 kg. A couple look like they are approaching 90. Heaven forbid any of those heifers should give me a massage, 40 kg of my GF is enough. You are most welcome to all of them.

Are you sure you are not sliding into Mrs Owl's high heels after imbibing the red wine and Lhao Kaow?

Coincidentally, that was when I had my first surgery. I have had a couple since; however, the urologist did not seemed to be concerned about the recurrences.

For some reason best known to her, my GF claims the long avocados are tastier. Personally, I can't taste the difference. If you are getting heartburn from too many of them, it may be because you are making your gall bladder work harder in producing bile to digest the healthy unsaturated fats. I have found small can be better in a number of entities.

You don't say whether your dad had BCG immunotherapy, which with a more than 90% success rate is still one of the most effective cancer treatments. I remember the procedure well.

It’s been a year like no other. The oil price went negative, airlines were grounded, some forever. A single meat market in Wuhan, specializing in exotic meats for conspicuous consumption by wealthy Chinese, generated a virus which spread like wildfire. Countries went into lockdown, some stringently, some half-heartedly. The results are there for everyone to see. Millions became employed overnight. Some countries responded with support, others opted for benign neglect. Vaccines were developed at unprecedented speed. A would-be tyrant was rejected at the polls. Most if not all of us will say goodbye and good riddance to 2020. I’m in Thailand by choice and some good luck. Two weeks later in February, and I would still be locked down in Australia, contemplating slashing my wrists. A much more enjoyable life for me here. Having said that, there are some things I miss about my home country. I miss the wind. In Thailand, it seems the wind can’t get much above a gentle zephyr. I would rug up with about four layers of clothing in winter, go down to Gunnamatta beach with an offshore wind of 50-60 km/hr, and watch 10 metre waves pound the coast. Nature at its most primeval. I miss the wineries that dot the Mornington Peninsula, where one could have a light lunch and a couple of glasses of the local product, which most of the time was very good. Apart from Thai wine quality, I don’t believe Thais know what a cellar door is, or what it’s for. I miss my 2004 Mitsubishi Magna AWD sedan, IMO one of the most underrated vehicles ever produced. Balanced like a cat on dirt roads and wet bitumen. About a third the new car price of a comparable Mercedes. My son has it now, still plugging along with 300,000 km on the odometer. I miss the golf competitions I used to play. Par, foursomes, match play, Canadian foursomes. Here, it’s just stroke and Stableford. Boring. I miss the camaraderie of the Wednesday Boys. 15 – 20 of us, some real characters and nicknames. The Poet, The Farmer, The Whippet, Pistol Pete, Triple Treat. Best net score got a two-dollar coin from every other player, with an appropriate obeisance. Some really acid sledging during play, one of the best at my expense. A day when I was spraying my tee shots all over the course, but making pars because I’m holing putts from everywhere on the greens. Our group gets to the seventeenth tee, par 3, and I’m fretting about club selection, is it a 6 or 7 iron? One of my mates says “ Why don’t you tee off with your putter? It’s the only club you’ve hit straight all day”. I miss a Gippsland eye fillet steak, medium, with a Warby Ranges Shiraz. Followed by a King Island blue brie on water crackers. I miss grilled flake and chips,with a pickled onion on the side. Flake is also known as shark to non-Australians, very sweet fish, and filling. All the best to everyone on TV over Christmas, and may 2021 be better. What do you miss?