Our local Council in their infinite wisdom decided to move in a well known local thug next door to me, the whole Cul de Sac were up in arms over this but hey live and let live init?
Whilst moving his furniture in he asked if he could borrow a screwdriver to dismantle some furniture to enable it to go indoors, I obliged and we started talking.
I don't think he will ever be my drinking buddy or best pal but he seemed OK so far.
He returned the tools a few days later while noticing I was in my shed and shouted over the gate, he was intrigued by what I was doing, I made him a whiskey pen and put the shavings in a bag for him to sniff.
That is FFFing awesome he said walking off with it.
During the storms we had last week he saw my fence was about to be blown away and to his credit went outside and shored it up from his side saving the panels from breaking.
Today he came out and was a big help in putting a new post in and re fixing the saved panels.
While working he told me he will be having a party next weekend which will likely be a noisy affair and we are welcome to join or take it as warning to go somewhere quiet.
Combined house warming and his stag night, he is gonna make an honest woman of his slapper (his words).
Can you make anything with this rotten post he asked? I'll make you something with it and here is the result. A wedding gift for them, and no, not for signing the book with before anyone says anything about ink etc.
While painting the blank young Charly came into shed tired and worn from her sleepover, I use white primer for my nails when I put fluorescent nail varnish on, I wonder Grumps.
So with her won't wait, can't wait, attitude off she went and very nearly almost surprised the hell out of me.
But for the sake of letting it dry properly she nearly had a fluorescent pink pen, I know it looks orange in the pic but the camera can't cope with the colour.
She was under the misapprehension that ca accelerator would dry paint, Hope she is in a better mood next time I see her.
Whilst moving his furniture in he asked if he could borrow a screwdriver to dismantle some furniture to enable it to go indoors, I obliged and we started talking.
I don't think he will ever be my drinking buddy or best pal but he seemed OK so far.
He returned the tools a few days later while noticing I was in my shed and shouted over the gate, he was intrigued by what I was doing, I made him a whiskey pen and put the shavings in a bag for him to sniff.
That is FFFing awesome he said walking off with it.
During the storms we had last week he saw my fence was about to be blown away and to his credit went outside and shored it up from his side saving the panels from breaking.
Today he came out and was a big help in putting a new post in and re fixing the saved panels.
While working he told me he will be having a party next weekend which will likely be a noisy affair and we are welcome to join or take it as warning to go somewhere quiet.
Combined house warming and his stag night, he is gonna make an honest woman of his slapper (his words).
Can you make anything with this rotten post he asked? I'll make you something with it and here is the result. A wedding gift for them, and no, not for signing the book with before anyone says anything about ink etc.
While painting the blank young Charly came into shed tired and worn from her sleepover, I use white primer for my nails when I put fluorescent nail varnish on, I wonder Grumps.
So with her won't wait, can't wait, attitude off she went and very nearly almost surprised the hell out of me.
But for the sake of letting it dry properly she nearly had a fluorescent pink pen, I know it looks orange in the pic but the camera can't cope with the colour.
She was under the misapprehension that ca accelerator would dry paint, Hope she is in a better mood next time I see her.
