I had thirty-three wood panels in the garden after dismantling a wall unit/cabinet. I laboriously put them in the car behind the driver's seat. The boot was full and the Jazz—being like a Tardis—can do that. At the local tip, I drove to the end of the line of skips (last one said furniture) and started off-loading. After dumping a few panels, Hi-viz man said they had to go in skip 2 (the other end of the line), so I had to do multiple walks up and down with the panels. They forbid car reversing there after a man was killed by a reversing wagon a few years ago. Oh well, keeps my bad ankles lubricated and gives my arms something to do other than opening a laptop lid.
My sister and her boyfriend were here an hour and twenty minutes before I remembered to offer them a drink…and then I put sugar in the wrong cup. I wouldn’t get a good review on Trip Adviser.
The brainless painter (of the bathroom) managed to spill lots of paint as he was leaving the house. Why not put the paint tin lid on, eh? Could be an intelligent idea. Most of it went on the front step and on his shoe. A rather thick dribble (that's a good descriptor for the painter) went on the threshold and slightly on the hall carpet. Thankfully, It was water-based paint.
How come I didn’t notice before now that the Hand Made Films logo looks like a gun?
@hazardwarning I didn’t think you could get appointments for ’Casualty’. I’ll have to make a point of going through 111 in the future and hoping I can get a time slot. Going on spec and waiting four hours is horrible.