One has been busy. I don’t know about time being relative, but it has certainly been slip-sliding away by here.
I currently have four major DIY projects on the go, plus several minors as well as.
Oh well, Fruitcake Folly wasn’t built in a day.
One of the major projects is to build a torture chamber in the garage, or mini-gym as my Lovely Cousin calls it. I am supposed to take regliar exercise as instructed by the lovely ladies of my local heart failure team. On days when the weather is inclement I use a dreadmill and/or exercise bike, but they take up a lot of room.
As my Uncle/FiL’s health has deteriorated, we have had to bring in more devices and mobility aids to ensure he can still live here with us, so available space has recently been reduced.
However, we have just sold our classic car, and as we have a three-car garage, it has been mutually agreed, by unilateral declaration from the highest authority in the land, that a corner of said garage has been donated for use as an exercise area. It needs to be enclosed though so it can be heated in winter since the volume of the main building is too great to make heating it all practical and cost effective.
The wood has been ordered and should be arriving tomorrow. I’ve just paid a lady to beat me up, so I’m having the rest of the day off to chill and talk cobblers on the interwebular.
thank you red dear - all cobblers have been counted and are correct and ready for service SIR!
you will soon be recieving in the said british mail a certificate of worthiness and order of non-selfish high doing for caring for said FIL etc - very commendable - make sure though he doesn’t fall off of the tread mill whilst exercising won’t you??
Gum, the sticky stuff, has been around a very long time, actually it is mentioned in the bible:
“Kane couldn’t stick his brother Abel, so he killed him”
The best of luck with the work Fruity, I hope you keep a photographic record of the process.
Be prepared for some ferocious slagging from the Gummy fella, but he’s harmless really…from the knees down that is.
I don’t have to pay anyone to beat me up, all I have to do is come home drunk and Phyllis does it for free.
i do beg your pardon Jem have you just climbed out of the Liffey ? - I truly admire anyone these days who clutches a loved one to the home fires like wot Fruityman is doin. I despise the use of OPH’s - God’s waiting rooms some have called them - all the oldies piled together and some not all visited not weekly but if they are lucky monthly. Yes there may sometimes be a time for intensive care with specialists but in the days of yore - old people just died at home surrounded by their kith and kin and enjoyed that or at least appreciated. No no don’t get me started on care of the elderly old fella or I will call on the ghost of Pug to come and lecture us!!
I wouldn’t mind if the spirit of Pug returned to me in the middle the night Gummy, there are a rake of questions I’d like to ask him.
He was very obliging and forthcoming to share his great knowledge with anyone who asked , and he spread it out in layman’s terms so all could understand, a true example of a rough diamond was that gent, I miss the old bugger.
It’s the middle of the night here in dear old dirty Dublin, I had a severe headache and couldn’t nod off, and I’ll add I very very seldom get headaches.
This was probably due to have to listen to Phyllis and three of her widowed sisters yappin all night, they didn’t leave until 12.30am.
They drank all the Sherry then Philly invited them to help themselves to MY port!, cleaned out I am now.
I phoned a taxi and poured the three of them into it.
Ah well It’s good to see they had a good laugh, a little treat does us old folk a power of good now and then.
Headache gone and I’m off to bed now, goodnight folks.
Yes yeh have to bend them, shape them, anyway you want them
Long as you like them, it’s all right. (Amen Corner).
There was a chap worked with me in the 70’s, his name was Freddie but everyone called him “Arfor”.
I thought that was “Arthur” and one night as he was leaving I called out to him “Good night Arthur!”.
He didn’t reply, then the lad at the next bench says to me, he’s not Arthur, he’s “Arfor”, he hates being called Arthur, they call him Arfor because when anything goes wrong with his work, which is often, he’d stand up and shout: “Arfor f…sake!”
“Oh I see” says I
I never considered goldsmithing to be work, I enjoyed it, that’s probably why I stayed at it all me working life.
Here’s some old hands at the bench, old goldsmiths never die, they just…
Would you be kind enough to finish that line for me Gummy?.
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Here’s some old hands at the bench, old goldsmiths never die, they just…
[/quote] wind themselves around some poor unfortunate widows fingers??
watching our contempories fall off of the perch?
how do you feel about this? does it bother you or not or haven’t you noticed anything different?
I feel a terrible loss immediately of course and then a feeling of loneliness and then doom and dread - not that I won’t be surrounded by others but they will all be younger and will be more interested in this highly computerized age of communication - even more complex than this.
I wondered where Michael Crawford was yesterday and then discovered he was in NewZealand living there and enjoying sea fishing and getting over a strange debilitating disease of a viral nature - it’s all on google so I won’t repeat it. But he never told me he was going or coming this way perhaps we could have met on a jetty somewhere??
Hey Gummy, whatever happened to ‘Purgatory’s drop in centre’ , if ever your soul needed penance before entering the kingdom that’s the place to go.
it hasn’t had a post since Wells Fargo’s pony express went bust, only kiddin Malc, best of luck.
Amazing what employers could get away with in those days, looks like we’re heading back there with the hard fight for rights all in vain, they are now gone and workers again are treated like dirt…
I’m afraid they’d find it tough finding ‘Young, Skinny, Wiry Fellows these days. as for risking their lives, they can’t even get them into the army, never mind fight.
Capitalism at it’s ugliest, what value a boys life to Wells Fargo.
They could have saved money on the ad if they simply printed.
Jembo, I don’t wish to gob off on your behalf when I say we, and, I don’t like the word we in general but there is no escaping it. We have done Ok, lots of grafting which is still pertinent today, has led to a point in time. Folks for some reason seen to try to relate this position to a political stance, maybe that is bollocks, the graft = a fiscal position, this position maybe miniscule compared with the magnates but, that is where the Camel is important.
ah I rest my case - I did that on Euston station once = put down my heavy case just for a minute and some young 12yr old rascal ran past grabbed it and was off with it!
