Bloke solutions

T is on the warpath.

He's very annoyed with the fledgling robins who've been dive-bombing his beautiful new terrace with their berry-stained droppings. Drastic measures were called for. T decided to cover our new teak table with a plastic tablecloth to prevent further foulings. I reluctantly agreed, on the condition that we don't have to eat on the ugly thing. I thought no more of it. Last night it got very windy so I suggested he batten down the tablecloth to stop it from being blown away. I thought he would use some of my antique cast iron weights. Don't worry, I'll take care of it, he assured me.

This was his solution. Good grief.

Came down this morning to find the birds had left the ugly plastic tablecloth alone - proof that they, too, have good taste. Instead, they chose to leave some rather florid souvenirs all over T's famous chair. Oops!

Birds 2, Husband 0.



Anyone have similar bloke solutions to share? I'd love to hear them.