Oh yes. And don’t forget Joe Dolce, Shaddup You Face that kept Ultravox, Vienna off the top spot in the charts. Diabolical.
Well, if exterior decorating counts…
A rather large expanse of Indian sandstone paving Karchered.
We had all this done when we retired 4 years back.
I never figured the maintenance back then.
The fossil plants come up well. Lots of little fish & shells.
Still bonny after circa 380/400 million years…bit like Doris.
You should not shove Doris under the gas grill then.
Mine would moan a bit too.
Looking good. Green crap all the way up your legs and squelching shoes? Surely it’s not just me.
P.S. Stop calling me Shirley.
Cheers Buddy.
The fossils oddly don’t really show well until I chuck a bucket over them.
It’s incredible to me how the details have survived, much of them the Devonian period pre- dynasaur…or the Fish Age as it’s referred to. It’s a thought that these plants enjoy the sunshine again…when they grew at a time when not a lot walked on Earth.
Oh no. The resident Jock is getting all sentimental about what happened millions of years ago. How long before he gets round to William Wallace and all that stuff. If he starts singing ‘Donald where’s yer troosers’ I’m off.
Man’s inhumanity to man . . .
15 all.
Well I genuinely like pork scratchings, Haggis suppers, Jellied eels, and black pudding, along with a load of other things that my family won’t eat, but I’m too old to try Morris dancing
Boz
Two more lockdown jobs off the list. One important, the back entry gate had dropped making it difficult to latch. Found out the top cross bearer had rotted and a diagonal brace had too. Fixed with some 3x2, I knew it would come in handy one day reclaimed from my son’s house.
And just for fun, a nice finish to the renovated wheelbarrow.
With all this fabulous weather we have been having since being confined to barracks, I have painted our summer house, my workshop, and two other sheds in the garden, plus power-washed the patio and stepping stones the length of the lawn (some 100 feet).
Felling pretty chuffed with myself, until my good lady reminded me that before the lockdown, she purchased paint for the living room walls !
No peace for the wicked !
Lovely workmanship.
However, some of us may be starting to get a bit concerned about you!
Love that nice smooth looking barrow wheel, or maybe I’ve just been indoors too long
Boz
Where are the hand grips Mick? I’m surprised you can steer it as it stands
Barrie
Not that smooth, just looks it but it was starting to rust up. I used up an old tin of black paint and some silver spray paint, pound shop special stuff.
Go faster stripes could set it off a little better
That reminds me of the old joke concerning the labourer complaining about his wheel barrow.
“Boss this barrow is worn out.”
“Looks OK to me. What’s wrong with it?”
“It keeps on going Squeak… …Squeak… …Squeak… …Squeak… …Squeak… …Squeak.”
“I see. I’ll tell you what’s actually wrong with it.”
“Yeah?”
“It should be going Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak!”
I’ll get me hat…
Not Mel F++king Gibson!!! That pseudo Irish-American t++t wouldn’t know his sporran from his jock-strap!!!
In the words of Michael Winner, calm down dear. I know Mr. Gibson’s performance is one of those things it’s hard to forget however much you would like too but it’s not good for your health to get wound up about it. We need you to come out the other side of this in good health and spirit. So now let’s have a chorus of that song from Frozen.
Let it go, let it go…
AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!