Yesterday the scaffolding blokes came to take down the scaffolding from our Tudor chimneys. Ann made the three of them a quick cuppa, and then they got on with the job, and made a good quick job of it, too. I offered the senior man a tenner tip, which to my surprise he turned down flat (but very politely). He then went on to say, that as far as he could remember, this was the first roof they'd ever scaffolded, then unscaffolded, without breaking a single peg tile. We are very grateful, gentlemen.
The above chimney on the left has always leaned drunkenly, and still does. David has put a new chimney pot (well aVictorian one - Doulton) on, straight and upright; which has had the odd effect of making the chimney look even wonkier. Still David says the chimneys should now last us out, and I can live with that........... if you see what I mean.
Good Night All.
3 comments:
It is a most wonderful year for roses, they are absolutely stunning. Such a shame that the heat makes then go over so quickly though.
I used to work with a South African chef who really didn't have any nice to say about the English except that the only two things we can do better than anyone else is to grow roses and strawberries!
She was very scary, especially when she had a cleaver in her hand. More often than not one of us would be hiding in the walk in freezer quivering with fear!
And I suppose the temperature in the freezer would make you quiver even more than your fear of the mad chef?
er..no, she made us all quiver with fear!Seriously she was that scary. I once put my hand on her wooden chopping board (a big no no) and she bought the cleaver down within a fraction of a hairs breadth of my fingers with so much force she had a job to pull the cleaver out of the wood!
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