Thread: Swarf in house= unhappy wife

Originally Posted by Chief Tiff

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Only trace amounts of debris remain to follow me in, and as by then I'm dressed quite sparingly my rippling torso is in full view for her appreciation.

There is also a six foot long runner straight from the back door into the dining area that catches any bits I might have missed thus ensuring I am as sparkling clean as possible and ready to eat/repair/slip into the Spiderman costume as required. Run the Dyson over it at the end of the day and you'd never know I'd been in.

It may pay to be very careful with Spiderman suits. One of the more amusing events of my time in the mines, concerned a couple in a nearby mining town who were playing a game which involved her being tied securely to the matrimonial couch wearing the minimum of attire, while he, dressed in this case in a Batman suit climbed on top of their wardrobe. Don't ask me why, I can only imagine that he thought it a good launching place or something, but in any case he was out of luck. The top of the wardrobe was only thin three ply, and it partially collapsed, and he fell into the interior. Unfortunately for our intrepid couple the door was locked, with the key in the lock on the outside.
While the top had partially collapsed, once he had fallen through, it sprang back to close to its normal position, and try as he might, he could not pull it open far enough to climb back out. His wife could not come to the rescue because she was tied up somewhere else. She was able to roar and yell out for the neighbour to come to their assistance though, and that is how the rest of the West Coast found out about it. It sure put a lot of smiles on faces, probably not on their faces though, not at the time anyway.
You have been warned,
Rob