No, John, he's got it all wrong - he should be bringing you breakfast in bed ! I do hope he's giving you a helping hand around the house, washing, ironing, running the vacuum over the carpet, walking the dogs, cleaning the windows, pottering in the garden, just the little things you usually do - oh, the list goes on and on.... Perhaps he'll even learn to make really good Scotch eggs?
Marmite? How disgusting. I'd like to try some of these posched eggs, or even YP's poshed eggs. When you agreed to be kept husband/wife, didn't it come with the proviso or breakfast in bed at times?
Bloody hell we have been married for thirty five years and hubby has never had breakfast in bed . He certainly never brought me any even after three children lol
I always wanted to bring my husband breakfast in bed but he always got up way before I did ... so he was the one who always brought me my first cup of coffee. Once he had surgery and was supposed to rest, I enjoyed waiting on him hand and foot .. for a day. Then it got silly, he would wait until I was in another room then call and just ask a question. Or call me to hurry up and come here and I would dash in and he would ask what was for dinner .. finally I saw the twinkle in his eye.. he was spared only because I didn't want him to be incapacitated for any longer than possible. Remembering this makes me think how very very happy I would be if I could bring him breakfast in bed every morning ..
ONE MONTH!? ONE MONTH!? Trust me John, you'll be wanting to kill him before its all said and done. Husbands should not be home for a whole month. It'll drive you nuts. Unless after a week at home he pulls surprise tickets off to some posh hotel for three weeks where YOU BOTH can be pampered. Good Luck. I give it a week. After that if I hear guttural screams from across the pond I'll know its you and I'll say Oh..that's just John...the Prof is on vacation.
Could never understand the attraction of breakfast in bed. Any attraction in the idea was killed off (it only needed the once) by retiring the following night into a pool of spilt, cold coffee and toast-crumbs!
Hubby was home sick, but not incapacitated, for two weeks. He followed me around like a lost dog but much more annoying. From that moment on I supported all his hobbies, never complained at the money he spent on them, so in retirement he would have some established activities to keep him occupied. So far, so good.
Don't understand the appeal of breakfast in bed...but someone cooking me that delicious sounding recipe would be gorgeous....I love marmite and never thought of putting a poached egg on top..mmmmmm.
Well if you get tired of it you can always serve him Eggs la Kidling: Runny scrambled eggs with far too much salt, topped with lumps of cheddar cheese and crumbled potato chips, and liberally doused with catsup. Or what is known as cat soup in this family. Serve ladled over (soon to be) soggy toast and beam proudly as you watch your victim choke down every bite.
Many, many years ago I was served just such a feast by the kidling, as a Mother's Day surprise.
About 40 years ago my Mothers Day breakfast in bed was rubbery scrambled eggs on toast garnished with a goodly amount of dried parsley. With 4 little eyes watching me I had to eat every last morsel and say how delicious it was.
First you need to have a very comfy bed with the right amount of pillows and of course a newspaper to read. Plus many dogs to scarf up any crumbs. I hope George was sitting next to him his Dad.
And tomorrow it's YOUR TURN to have breakfast in bed, isn't it??
ReplyDeleteAnd my dick's a kipper!
DeleteHells teeth..best get your pinny out then John he'll have you waiting on him hand and foot lol x
ReplyDelete" hells teeth" is one of my fav sayings
Deletedo you have any interest whatsoever in making breakfast in bed for a middle aged australian woman?
ReplyDeleteI love this comment.
DeleteFor money! Too bloody right!
DeleteYou like that title, eh? Is posched eggs a Welsh speciality?
ReplyDeleteIt's only for people with a Roger Moore eyebrow!!
DeleteI have two Roger Moore eyebrows, but I seldon use them - unlike Mark Rylance.
DeleteMark rylance smiles easily.......and yes i do love the dorothy parker quote
DeleteIt's lovely having husbands home for holidays, but even better when they go back to work! X
ReplyDeleteYou are very, very good to him.
ReplyDeleteAnd I too wonder just how often you get breakfast in bed. And someone to clean up afterwards.
Please post a recipe for posched eggs. Should that read poshed eggs with truffle shavings and a spoonful of caviar?
ReplyDeleteArsehole
DeleteNo more slacking for a while then 😉
ReplyDeleteNo, John, he's got it all wrong - he should be bringing you breakfast in bed ! I do hope he's giving you a helping hand around the house, washing, ironing, running the vacuum over the carpet, walking the dogs, cleaning the windows, pottering in the garden, just the little things you usually do - oh, the list goes on and on....
ReplyDeletePerhaps he'll even learn to make really good Scotch eggs?
And my penis is a foot long
DeleteMarmite? How disgusting. I'd like to try some of these posched eggs, or even YP's poshed eggs. When you agreed to be kept husband/wife, didn't it come with the proviso or breakfast in bed at times?
ReplyDeletePosched eggs. Recipe and photographs please.
ReplyDeleteI feel for you, john.
ReplyDeleteA properly poached egg is a work of art.
ReplyDeleteBloody hell we have been married for thirty five years and hubby has never had breakfast in bed . He certainly never brought me any even after three children lol
ReplyDeleteGood luck!!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet of you to be so nice to him. I still struggle to poach an egg.
ReplyDeleteI always wanted to bring my husband breakfast in bed but he always got up way before I did ... so he was the one who always brought me my first cup of coffee.
ReplyDeleteOnce he had surgery and was supposed to rest, I enjoyed waiting on him hand and foot .. for a day. Then it got silly, he would wait until I was in another room then call and just ask a question. Or call me to hurry up and come here and I would dash in and he would ask what was for dinner .. finally I saw the twinkle in his eye.. he was spared only because I didn't want him to be incapacitated for any longer than possible.
Remembering this makes me think how very very happy I would be if I could bring him breakfast in bed every morning ..
ONE MONTH!? ONE MONTH!? Trust me John, you'll be wanting to kill him before its all said and done. Husbands should not be home for a whole month. It'll drive you nuts. Unless after a week at home he pulls surprise tickets off to some posh hotel for three weeks where YOU BOTH can be pampered. Good Luck. I give it a week. After that if I hear guttural screams from across the pond I'll know its you and I'll say Oh..that's just John...the Prof is on vacation.
ReplyDeleteCould never understand the attraction of breakfast in bed.
ReplyDeleteAny attraction in the idea was killed off (it only needed the once) by retiring the following night into a pool of spilt, cold coffee and toast-crumbs!
I've never seen the attraction of breakfast in bed either but I suppose if you like it, it's the literal lap of luxury.
ReplyDeleteMy suspicion is that they're all kidding each other, M.M. - just like the Emperor's new clothes. (Isn't it "Ooooh!" Isn't it "Aaaah!".......)
DeleteI never want anything but a cup of coffee when I first wake up. But served to me in bed (without the food) might be nice.
DeleteIt'll never happen. lol.
Haha! This sounds like the spouse's lament about retirement: "I married you for better or for worse, but not for lunch!"
ReplyDeleteLol
DeleteFreshly collected quails' eggs, naturally. And only ten-year-old barrel fermented Marmite.
ReplyDeleteYou spoil your wife!
DeleteIt won't last .... I hope he realises that 😉
ReplyDeleteWe'll see!
DeleteHell's bell's, he may escalate to eggs Benedict.
ReplyDeleteGood lord, John. Go ahead and arrange for a couple of days out by yourself to cope. I would!
ReplyDeleteI have the flower show!
DeleteHubby was home sick, but not incapacitated, for two weeks. He followed me around like a lost dog but much more annoying. From that moment on I supported all his hobbies, never complained at the money he spent on them, so in retirement he would have some established activities to keep him occupied. So far, so good.
ReplyDeleteThe Prof doesnt " do" hobbies
DeleteDon't understand the appeal of breakfast in bed...but someone cooking me that delicious sounding recipe would be gorgeous....I love marmite and never thought of putting a poached egg on top..mmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteI tasted it! Like i said
Delete" fresh hell"
Well if you get tired of it you can always serve him Eggs la Kidling:
ReplyDeleteRunny scrambled eggs with far too much salt, topped with lumps of cheddar cheese and crumbled potato chips, and liberally doused with catsup. Or what is known as cat soup in this family. Serve ladled over (soon to be) soggy toast and beam proudly as you watch your victim choke down every bite.
Many, many years ago I was served just such a feast by the kidling, as a Mother's Day surprise.
Ha ha, that's so cute.
DeleteAbout 40 years ago my Mothers Day breakfast in bed was rubbery scrambled eggs on toast garnished with a goodly amount of dried parsley. With 4 little eyes watching me I had to eat every last morsel and say how delicious it was.
DeleteEver notice that the "home" spouse never seems to get a vacation? In fact, we generally need a vacation when our spouse's vacation is over! lol
ReplyDeleteJenny ..you are wise beyond your years
Deletehow many dogs were in there with him?
ReplyDeleteOnly George! Who was snoring
DeleteThere is no way I can stand my hubby at home FOR A MONTH!!!! I'll move out ;P
ReplyDeleteGulp
DeleteFirst you need to have a very comfy bed with the right amount of pillows and of course a newspaper to read.
ReplyDeletePlus many dogs to scarf up any crumbs. I hope George was sitting next to him his Dad.
cheers, parsnip and thehamish
You guessed it...he licked the plate
DeleteI've framed this comment!
ReplyDeleteCould be a long month!
ReplyDeleteA true test of a marriage...
ReplyDeleteBy posched I assume you mean poached which broke in water. We regularly have posched,sploshed and horses eggs. Usually cos I'm rubbish at poaching.
ReplyDeleteHorses eggs !!!! Bloody predicted text. Soz
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