So, I’z been renovating a place for a month or so, and the time came to do the roof, getting rid of the tiles and putting on them metal sheets with an inch of PU Foam stuck underneath.
I do like to help out while renovating places, as it’s always good to learn different techniques etc etc, plus there’s the opportunity to tell the contractors how to do their jobs, and point out what they’re doing wrong while shouting at them etc etc.
Anyway, all the sheeties were laid out flat in the garden, patiently awaiting their horizontal crucifixion, when evidently I got a bit too close while coming back from feeding the fish.
One cheeky lil fooker went knee-high with a slicing movement last seen when Pepe played in Turkey.
It got a lot more Vietnam War Movie-esque during the 2 hours it took to get it seen to.
Me, the kid and 2contractors here, so I couldn’t leave the kid, or take the kid, aswe’d return to no contractors and one empty house. Edith in theoffice, so she came straight back and I, like the Vinnie Jones I am,drove meself to the hospital.