I’ll have to tell you this!
Doing a bit of tiling today and ran out of grout so I jumped in the car and off to the D.I.Y store I went.
On arrival the car park was empty apart from the man selling windscreen chip repairs and as normal he looked just as busy as the last time I came (someone sold him a duff franchise) gave him a little couldn’t careless wave and went inside.
I just love these stores especially the wood section, my good wife reckons I stand and sniff the air, (she won’t go with me anymore), I must admit to taking a detour around the rough cut timber and looking longingly and thinking” a bit of 3” be 2 “what I could do with that” just the feel of that rough grain”
I circled around the nuts and bolt section occasionally sneaking a glance, “come on you’re here for the grout”
How much time have I got before she notices I’ve been too long?
The grout section loomed, there doesn’t seem to be what I need, I’ll ask an assistant.
Excuse me young sir have you got the quick drying sandstone grout for big gaps (never could use those spacers), “what? Where? When? The time, its 3 o’clock”
“Sorry sir there’s none in stock” have you got any lesser spotted plain and not so plain epitaphs “Sorry sir we aint had a delivery today”
Sod the grouting! Now where was that timber section?

He may have meant the punishment his wife was going to give him for being gone so darn long and coming back without the grout that he went there for in the first place.