There has been quite a bit of stuff going on at The Manor.
The mayhem started when Daughter turned up on Saturday with her latest
victim manfriend Navanman. I like him. He is a distinct improvement on the husband, but then when the husband is a cunt and a bottom feeder, that isn’t hard.
As soon as he arrived, Navanman rolled up his sleeves [metaphorically as he was wearing a T-shirt] and asked what work needed doing. I showed him the pile of builders rubble on the South Terrace and he set to work. Daughter in the meantime decided to paint the front walls of the house and not to be outdone by all this work, I took to the roof.
The fucking tank on the roof has been overflowing again I decided it was the washer in the ball-valve so set to work dissembling it. This is a tricky job as if I drop anything into the tank then I would have to drain the fucking thing to get at the bit.
Next, I had to make a washer as I didn’t have any lying around. After a load of cursing and swearing I managed to cut one out of a sheet of rubber and got it to fit..
Then I had to clean out the gutters which was a messy job as they were full of stones which had washed off the roof and a forest of weeds to boot.
I finished, went downstairs and found that Navanman had finished dumping a ton of crap off the South Terrace into the skip and was now happily weeding the North Terrace [some of the thistles were a few feet high]. He seems to be a glutton for punishment. .I hope she doesn’t dump him as I need the occasional hand around the pace.
So the skip is now nearly full and the place looks a lot tidier. I had to keep taking photographs to show Herself.
A good day’s work.