I have a dirty, stinking one!

The current Mrs Masher has been on her death bed all week with man-flu, and I was feeling well pleased with myself that I was managing to avoid it.

Because we sleep together (and I use that in the literal sense of the word, not the euphemistic one… because we’re married) I was convinced that I was gonna go down like a sack of spuds, after she’d filled the bedroom each night with her germs.

But no, I managed to hold out until it was a much more inconvenient time to catch it: a time when I need a clear head, so I can write down a month’s worth of drivel for you both to read.

So yes, here we are on Feb the wunth – WTF happened to January, by the way? If it carries on at this rate, it’ll soon be Christmas!

Anyway, pinch punch,  here we go again.



  1. Frances

    I hope that Mrs M is well enough to look after you ? ( as I am sure you would have looked after her?)
    There is a car lives near here with the number plate WTF… always makes me smile.. I am surprised that it was allowed. Looks like a normal run of the mill plate!
    Get well soon…as they say.

    • Masher

      Thank you, Frances.

      Similarly, I have a standard number plate on my car, which ends in FFS.
      That’s not the reason I bought it.

  2. Brennig

    It’s good to share. As Bob Hoskins didn’t quite say. But what’s yours is hers and what’s hers is yours. Or something. Enjoy those pesky little microbes

    • Masher

      I don’t remember the sharing of germs being in the wedding vows.

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