Hi, thank you for visiting my list of stories. You'll find a bunch more of my "tales of woe" under my other by-line "The Wanderer".
For those of you who are unaware, I'm an M.E. sufferer who writes to stop himself from going completely bunkers. Some say, that I've gone "stark raving mad," but who gives a monkeys uncle?
Anyway, read and hopefully enjoy. But don't take anything you read here too seriously, I know I don't!
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A man meets a woman he's never met before, in a hotel bar. Jesus, this one's so short, if I say any-more then there'd be little point in you reading the tale. Oh yeah, it's a scenario I've visited before. I think I can get away with saying that.
You're on holiday in Southern England. You and your wife stop at an art gallery out in the country. Your wife goes inside to look around the exhibits; you stay outside so that she can't talk you into spending any of your hard earned cash. There you fall into conversation with a guy tending the neat gardens and he starts telling you the story of how the gallery came to be.
Inspired very vaguely by a favourite song on mine. A Guy's Wife makes an unexpected announcement whilst they're eating dinner one evening. But apparently the announcement might not have come as so much of a surprise to some of the others sharing the table!
The following little tale came into my mind after hearing that an acquaintance of mine had recently made an unfortunate miscalculation while demonstrating to his spouse, “the safe way” to handle and reload his double-barrelled shotgun. To his wife’s annoyance, he chose to do it in their kitchen. Neither admits responsibility by the way.
