Hitting the roof
Grandad August 21st, 2008
They rang last weekend to say they would be around on Friday or Saturday to replace part of my roof.
This was fine as it gave me all week to clear the shit off it.
The roof is covered in ivy that not only grows all over the surface but also buries into it in places. We have long strings of ivy actually coming through into the room underneath.
We thought it was about time to replace the roof, as the inside was wetter than outside when it rained.
There were also quite a few branches overhanging the roof which would have to be cleared before they could work on it.
All in all, there was a lot of work to be done.
I made a start on Sunday, but the rain got the better of me and I had to quit. I thought I’d leave it until today when the forecast was reasonable.
……
There was a knock on the door this morning.
The bastards have turned up a day early.
Before they would start, I had to clear the shit.
I have just spent the last half hour running around like a blue-arsed fly cutting branches and stripping ivy. I have never seen a blue-arsed fly but my heart goes out to them.
I’m bollixed.
Not only am I bollixed, but I have stripped most of the skin off my arms as one of the trees has very large thorns.
And I walked in a large dog turd.
Why the hell couldn’t they turn up four days late like the rest of the building industry.
They don’t even have the excuse that they are foreigners.
Bastards.
I hate efficiency.
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