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stay out of Man Talk if you'll stay out of Wimmin's Stuff...
Right. The men have gone. Now it's just us, so here we go with the first contributions to this page
we've managed to scrounge from innocent (!) passers-by...cruisers who thought
they had heard the last of us but had, inadvertently, given us their e-mail
addresses and were bombarded with requests for items for this first issue,
exhausted cruisers, collapsed in bars who were to weary to fight us off...we
would have pulled mottos out of Christmas crackers to help get the page started, only
there were no crackers in the Azores! Luckily, two ladies had something to
offer, in spite of the seasonal hangover...
Scruff and Tumble?
Is it just my husband, or do all men decide they must service the engine on a sudden whim, without pausing to change out of their best trousers?
Does your husband use his last decent shirt to wipe his hands on when, at last, he has finished the filthy job?
Does anybody know where I can buy carpet and matching fabric with an oily footprint design?
Am I just lousy at laundry or does everyone have as much trouble as I do getting rid of stains?
We always seem to look like stragglers from the set of Waterworld when everyone else in the bar looks all crisp and sharply creased.
The only sharp creases you'll ever find on me are on my face, I'm sorry to say.
Lindy on 'Dizwell' (36' Sloop)
You're not alone, Lindy, I could have written that letter, for a start, and I
know plenty of others. There's more to life than an immaculate appearance. We
too are the sort of people locals look at with suspicion, clutching their
children tightly, as though they thought we might be thinking of stealing them.
The ravages of salt upon the hair and skin seem to set us apart. There's not a
great deal to be done about that, we fear. Like you, we despair of getting our
clothes to look clean even when they are just laundered. Perhaps someone
knows the secret and will share it with us?
Thanks to Hettie Miller of 'Joyride' for sending us this:
Finding The Right Husband
I have been married nine (9) times, let me tell you what was wrong with each:
My FIRST husband was a musician. All he wanted to do was to play with it.
My SECOND husband was a doctor. All he wanted to do was examine it.
My THIRD husband was a politician. All he wanted to do was make a promise to it.
My FOURTH husband was a psychiatrist. All he wanted to do was talk about it.
My FIFTH husband was a photographer. All he wanted to do was take pictures of it.
My SIXTH husband was a policeman. All he wanted to do was keep it under lock and key.
My SEVENTH husband was a hair dresser. All he wanted to do was tease it.
My EIGHTH husband was a gourmet. All he wanted to do was taste it.
My NINTH husband, and last, is the one I'm married to now and I like him the best for he is a mechanic.
He tore it down, the first night, and he's been working on it ever since...
Hettie did want us to point out that she is happily married to
an electrician, the only husband she has ever had, in case you thought it was an
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