Happy birthday, Christine Fellowes (my SIL) we won't mention that it's your !! one:-)) Have a good day.
You’ve sometimes got to smile at life’s little silliness’s haven’t you?
Yesterday afternoon, because we were not going out in the evening, we both looked forward to the builders going home and us being able to have a nice relaxing half an hour in ‘the tub’. About two o’clock it started to get a little cloudy and by five o’clock it was quite cloudy, cool and with a little breeze. The builders are normally collected at about half past six and we noted at seven o’clock they were still here. By this time we had unstoppered the bottle cork and had supped a little drink, or two. Just after seven there is a knock at the caravan door and one of the lads is explaining to me that, due to a communication mix up, they were stranded here and could I please run them down home to Albox, as I partly explained yesterday. By the time I came home it was very cloudy, quite windy and a little too cold to contemplate using the tub, how disappointing.
This morning we woke nice and early and I said to Elayne that if we looked sharp we could go up and have a quick dip all before the builders arrive at eight o’clock. We had just got into the tube (use your imagination, or on second thoughts perhaps not) and at half past seven Dario and the builders arrived on site in their car. This is the very earliest that we have ever known them arrive since the project started in January. They pulled into the drive and stopped half way down to deposit the two builders. From half way down the drive one can see up on the roof between the balustrades so we were a little stuck. They of course spotted us immediately. I did a quick leap out of the tub and grabbed the towel. I then went to the balustrade and shouted at them about arriving too early (playfully, how else can you shout dressed like that and dripping wet through?) and catching us out. Elayne sank to the bottom of the tub and wouldn’t come out until I held a towel up for her to hide her modesty.
Needless to say we are expecting the builders up on site at six o’clock tomorrow morning, binoculars at the ready and probably with a few friends. I really must tell Dario about hooting his horn when he is approaching and at about 500 metres before arriving on site.
Sorry no pictures of this event.
Yesterday afternoon, because we were not going out in the evening, we both looked forward to the builders going home and us being able to have a nice relaxing half an hour in ‘the tub’. About two o’clock it started to get a little cloudy and by five o’clock it was quite cloudy, cool and with a little breeze. The builders are normally collected at about half past six and we noted at seven o’clock they were still here. By this time we had unstoppered the bottle cork and had supped a little drink, or two. Just after seven there is a knock at the caravan door and one of the lads is explaining to me that, due to a communication mix up, they were stranded here and could I please run them down home to Albox, as I partly explained yesterday. By the time I came home it was very cloudy, quite windy and a little too cold to contemplate using the tub, how disappointing.
This morning we woke nice and early and I said to Elayne that if we looked sharp we could go up and have a quick dip all before the builders arrive at eight o’clock. We had just got into the tube (use your imagination, or on second thoughts perhaps not) and at half past seven Dario and the builders arrived on site in their car. This is the very earliest that we have ever known them arrive since the project started in January. They pulled into the drive and stopped half way down to deposit the two builders. From half way down the drive one can see up on the roof between the balustrades so we were a little stuck. They of course spotted us immediately. I did a quick leap out of the tub and grabbed the towel. I then went to the balustrade and shouted at them about arriving too early (playfully, how else can you shout dressed like that and dripping wet through?) and catching us out. Elayne sank to the bottom of the tub and wouldn’t come out until I held a towel up for her to hide her modesty.
Needless to say we are expecting the builders up on site at six o’clock tomorrow morning, binoculars at the ready and probably with a few friends. I really must tell Dario about hooting his horn when he is approaching and at about 500 metres before arriving on site.
Sorry no pictures of this event.
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