Up after a late night - don't know why we sat up with large gin's watching tripe, but we did!
We had to go to Armthorpe to get a small set of chest of drawers - vintage/antique stuff that Caz will paint the bottom a mint green type od colour and distress it to give it that retro look. We do a load of small jobs at Cobwell Street and then head over to her folks house which she shares with them. I get roped into grounds maintenance jobs that they cannot do for themselves. I have started to draw the line as it became obvious that her Dad just couldn't be bothered once he could see that I would do stuff. I don't mind really but object when I buy a bloody good Honda strimmer to save him bothering with a cheap corded electric one and moan that it isn't up to the job and the cord is a myther, then refuse to use this Honda as he is too busy! Same with the mowers - chap likes to buy purely used kit on price and not the right piece of kit to suit a job and get it done easily. Instead of buying a ride on with mulching kit, he will ride about being followed by a rooster tail of clippings which blow all over him and through windows and over washing/cars/veg patch as that is how he has always done it! I know that he has some projects like fencing mending to do as he buys a big back of tie wraps! The shed has a hole in the felt so he gets a roll of felt out and leans agin the wall as a reminder to me! He got a strop on the other year as I refused to tow the bin some 200 yards to the end of the lane with my new truck, when he asked why I refused, I pointed at the battered rear on his Yaris and said that the exercise would do him good. I like him to be honest but the old bugger does have issues!
After all that, we had a roast beef dinner then we head back to Shepshed, Caz has to be up at 02:30 for her shift and I'm away until wednesday night again.
We had to go to Armthorpe to get a small set of chest of drawers - vintage/antique stuff that Caz will paint the bottom a mint green type od colour and distress it to give it that retro look. We do a load of small jobs at Cobwell Street and then head over to her folks house which she shares with them. I get roped into grounds maintenance jobs that they cannot do for themselves. I have started to draw the line as it became obvious that her Dad just couldn't be bothered once he could see that I would do stuff. I don't mind really but object when I buy a bloody good Honda strimmer to save him bothering with a cheap corded electric one and moan that it isn't up to the job and the cord is a myther, then refuse to use this Honda as he is too busy! Same with the mowers - chap likes to buy purely used kit on price and not the right piece of kit to suit a job and get it done easily. Instead of buying a ride on with mulching kit, he will ride about being followed by a rooster tail of clippings which blow all over him and through windows and over washing/cars/veg patch as that is how he has always done it! I know that he has some projects like fencing mending to do as he buys a big back of tie wraps! The shed has a hole in the felt so he gets a roll of felt out and leans agin the wall as a reminder to me! He got a strop on the other year as I refused to tow the bin some 200 yards to the end of the lane with my new truck, when he asked why I refused, I pointed at the battered rear on his Yaris and said that the exercise would do him good. I like him to be honest but the old bugger does have issues!
After all that, we had a roast beef dinner then we head back to Shepshed, Caz has to be up at 02:30 for her shift and I'm away until wednesday night again.