Now I am not saying that my wife's bottom has grown over the 35 years we have been together but she once was the shape of Princess Leia and is now, alas, more like Jabba The Hutt (I am so glad she does not go on line lol).
Now this G I A N T rear end can cause problems, we have to book 3 seats at the cinema and always sit on the back of the bus. Yesterday however we had a disaster!

Sue was pushing the hoover over my train room carpet, OK, it would have worked better if she had plugged it in but I am grateful for small mercies. She bent over to move a couple of chairs and CRASHhhhhhhh, the mega bottom caught the side of my lay out and caused an Earth Quake of Biblical proportions.

A couple of trains of coal wagons toppled over, decapating figures and scattering barrels, vehicles and other parts far and wide!!!

I decided to use this 'natural' disaster for positive things, so I set about repositioning the items which included my ground signals. 





 

A life-threatening reply - How do you like living in the garden shed?

First, never ever hoover the railway room floor before first conducting a meticulous fingertip search on your hands and knees to pick up the tiny detail parts, screws, widgets, little people, animals, etc which live there. They can stay in hiding sometimes for years, before you find them again, after pinging off the layout or stock in the dim and distant past! 

Second, I think you've dug your hole plenty deep enough John, so stop digging before the bride pushes you innit and fills it in again!

Enjoy the sunny Sunday. It's marvellous here,

Bill

Hi John,

You sure know how to live dangerously! Domestic rule #1 - you may think what goes down on the railway stays on the railway, the reality is what we get up to is usually tolerated as a means of keeping us out of the bars and dives, and happy and contented between laying floors, building walls, redoing the plumbing, repairing hinges….

Nigel.

Edit: There were 27 guests online when I wrote this, assume they all live locally and know your wife.