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Do I go down to Plymouth tomorrow, all on my own. Or do I wait a day or too, a bit nearer to when Debs can come down a week later. /forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif
I've loads of varnishing needs doing, all inside. Course it would have been a beter plan, to do the varnishing before the upholstery eventually got done, this week. /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif

The upholstery saga started about six years ago, but he said he'd just do the fly bridge for now. Eventually about four years ago, I tried again, this time getting the saloon and cockpit done. Course that made the dinett and bedroom look really [--word removed--].

So starting last October Debs got her teeth in and would not let go. Picked the cloth, two slightly different ones but matching. Quote came in a few days. ok we said, get on with it. WHEN!

Umm, March he says. So March comes and goes. Rang him. Oh Mr **** is on holiday. I'll get on with it. Nowt happened.

Then talking to my mechanic man. He said **** had told him, he did nowt without a deposit. /forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif Debs got on the case. Fax comes saying he wants a third and that it was on the quote. Course by this time, wheres the quote?? Eventually finds it, but there nowt there about deposit and he'd never asked for one before.

By this time I'd lost the will to live, especially after getting excited by another firm coming emmediatly. But then after telling them what we wanted, sent a choice of two grey bluey sort of things which matched nowt.

Debs gets me to reluctantly send cheque. £450. to *****

Not now sure whether he wanted a third or half. Both had been mentioned.

***** Rings and says whats all this money for. It's far to much. Jobs far less than that.. /forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif

I says, no. Job as quoted, all bedroom and dinett, umm £1100/1200 ish.

Sheeeesh!

So. Just as we were going to go down there, about a month ago. Debs rang to see if boat in one piece. Yep nearly all done. Be ready for when you get here.

Nuther phone call, Cant do it cos of damp.

Ah well, not really surprised. That will be to do with dragging Long Johns crane to bit's with my guard rails. Quite impressed by Princess guard rails. Much stronger than LJS's crane!!! Which had bent in half and broke in two. /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif

Anyway leaks mended in half a day. But a week later before phone call to say job was done.

Aint Prozac wonderfull!!

Got mechanic man to call round yesterday and plug the engine room heater in.

Oh, your boat looks verry swish he says. All beautifull and new. /forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif

Ye, ye, ye. But then there the carpet thats only been down since spring, that looks really manky now. I blame Debs for spraying water all over the bathroom shower door.

She blames that little tichy bit of a leak in the window screen, which though I admit, does start the twin horn hooter off now and again. /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif

Now I dont mind fitting a bit of new carpet, quite easy really. It's just, that to buy the bit I want, means waisting far more than I use, Or could go the whole hog and do the saloon again, which also looks manky after only a few hours use. /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif

Yep. It was not the best carpet in the world, but not the cheapest either. It's predessesors all came to a sticky end, through one problem or another.

First replacement was fluff. The boat had happily had the same shag pile carpet till we came along. Far as I know.

But fitted it with new axminster. (pink) Fluff. Whatever you did, it was covered in fluff, by the time you could see through the fluff, it was tomato soup, or maybe gravey.

Replacement. (Blue). This was emmediatly attacked by the masserator. Debs had thrown some unmentionables down there and it was vilantly ill.

My idea of fixing it, was take pipe off, then hold aloft. Nowt should come out then.

But it had Pressurised itself, aint it. So there was [--word removed--] pouring out every where!!

Then the old dog got ill, it really was not his fault.

Oh yes. Should I go down th Mucky Farter tomorrow, it's only 310 miles after all. Or should I not bother!!
 
Afraid the exploding bog tale has gone into the anals of history. Lost in the reformating of the forum.

Not sure if the rejuvatating of it now, even if could be found, would have the same effect.

Maybe better left as a laterday myth.
 
I would go tomorrow, then you can do what you like for a week without having to factor in SWMBOs' wants. Mind you, if you're anything like me, you'll have a big tidy up job the day before she arrives.

I died laughing at the small snippet of your exploding bog tale, so would love to hear it in its' gory detail.... you must have it saved somewhere... dont you?
 
Tales Of The River Bank. MK2

Mrs mole was sunbathing topless in her beautiful well tended garden. The daffodils looked resplendent in the warm spring sunshine.

The moles picturesque house lay alongside the canal, the garden where mrs. mole lay, ambling down to the grassy bank. Along side the bank was a jetty that Mr mole and his friend Toad had built out of old timber pallets. It being quite a long time since the jetty had been built, it now looked a bit wonky and frail.

Mrs mole dozily watched as the odd boat or narrow boat passed by, disappearing from sight under the bridge close by.

Meanwhile Delft the big blue and cream Dutch barge was gliding effortlessly up the canal, the moored boats straining at there tethers as she passed.

Pike in his lair, idly watching the newly hatched ducklings and licking his chops.

Delft was heading for the bridge, and as ever deftly passed under it’s low narrow arch.

Just at this moment the wheel was wrenched out of the helms mans hand, the engine started to stall as well. Delft slewed round sideways, heading for Moles rickety jetty at an enormous speed.

Mrs mole jumped up in horror, The jetty was going to be fire wood and the green house and the new timber decking…..Would the barge stop before demolishing her house!!!

End of part one.
 
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Afraid the exploding bog tale has gone into the anals of history.

[/ QUOTE ] Sometimes I think this stuff with the spelling is just a front, Haydn!

It's spelt "annals". As if you didn't know....... /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
 
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