Sold my Disco out of the blue today.
Lost absolutely shed loads of dosh on it, but also felt very sad seeing it go, especially as the scousers from Netherton said they were going to "rag it to death having fun off road with it." and I really shouldn't have bothered cleaning and polishing it, as it was all irrelevant to them.
Weren't even remotely interested in its finer features, or it's dodgy abs system, as it's not going to be used 'on road' at all.
Anyway, no sooner had I got back in the house feeling actually quite glum, than Mrs GROWLER had her hand out, suggesting it might be a good idea if got my hand in my bulging pocket and paid for Miss MOOSE'S school ski trip and Duke of Edinburgh expeditions for early next year, to relieve the family budget from further strain.
£400 whipped out of my hand without so much as a whimper.
I really wasn't in the mood to argue tbh., and handed over a large proportion of my fleeting glimpse of the dosh.
She obviously knew how and when to take full advantage of me to extract the money in my moment of sadness.
'Kin wimmin.
