Last Day!
Mr. Metal is so tight for money, he actually comes around with the garden gate. It's not actually finnished, but he build the rest of it in situ. He was in no mood to speak though.
That's Mrs. Metal in her guise as a miserable, don't mess with me, partner.
Later, as Metal man tries to make a Faberge egg out of a Buffalow's scrotum, partner and son have a go with the paint pot.
Handles, that we had seen over two months ago, were fitted and painted,
....and here is the garden gate in all it's glory. It's not fantastic, but it was his nineth attempt. It would have been cheaper for him to admit that he couldn't do it. But that would have been a serious face thing. Again, you won't find another like it.
Last, but not least, Lek from the village, added the extra gold flourishes to the handles,
....as the Metals had had enough of fallangs and their strange ways.
Now all we need is a decent coat of paint, or five. For reasons that we won't go into here, I don't have any pictures of the painted wall. When I do get some, I will bung them on the end.
Now, dear reader, our tale is done. I will leave you with a random sunset and post the breakdown in a few days. That's the cost breakdown, not the mental one. Cheers.
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