Guineafowl
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A lot more complicated than I thought. I assumed they’d part them from cast tubing:
Possibly way off the mark, but I’d say, put that bloody smartphone down so your attention span can healIs it a sign of the times or just me? I started watching this and after the first minute I skipped ahead a minute, after another 30 seconds I would have been excited to find some drying paint to watch
Apologies to @Guineafowl as I realise this is more a failing in me rather than the video but was just wondering if I am alone in this

It's exactly the same here. She accused me of not conversing with her the other night. I've tried to talk to her about a problem I'm having at work four times now. I never get more than a quarter of the way into the situation before she is side tracked with something else on her phone. Makes you wonder what the point is if they find you that boring...Possibly way off the mark, but I’d say, put that bloody smartphone down so your attention span can heal
My wife, when we sit down to watch something good on telly, doesn’t last four minutes before getting the phone out and crap-scrolling. More irritating than that, is when she looks up and asks, ‘what happened, who’s that, what’s funny?’
I would say she’s married to it, except for leaving it behind everywhere, because it’s too big to fit in a pocket. Guess whose job it is to go out in the rain and fetch it from the car? And guess who’s tempted to throw the arsing thing into the septic tank on the way back?Makes you wonder what the point is if they find you that boring...

Yup. Mine does the sound thing as well, oblivious to the fact anyone else is in the room normally.Sometimes she leaves the sound on, so I get abrupt, partial audio clips blasting out. The other night I left it for a full minute before clearing my throat in a passive-aggressive manner. She didn’t seem aware of it - it’s like a trance.
I would say she’s married to it, except for leaving it behind everywhere, because it’s too big to fit in a pocket. Guess whose job it is to go out in the rain and fetch it from the car? And guess who’s tempted to throw the arsing thing into the septic tank on the way back?
Oh, sorry, Merry Christmas everyone!
