I finally realized last night why I have been blaming the wrong people and flaming the innocents now and again!
There are three posters here that (after imbibing in a few jars) become confusing!
Kingwilly, Dirty Dog and Marmite the dog, I guess it is in that alcohol induced blur that they can easily be mistaken...I only see these "Dog" Avatars...and to be quite truthfull, I think on a few occaisions, I have foulmouthed the wrong dog!
I promise to take more notice in the future!
We had a new road put in outside our place over the past three years (yes...three years) it was supposed to be a widened two way road, they were going to scrape a metre off the top of the old lunar landscape and resurface.
What actually happened, they scrpaed an inch or so off the top then built the new road higher, and narrower, in a pyramid kind of style, so now you are 5 metres above the land around you instead of 3, and the road is 2 metres more constricted than it was before, so you are almost clipping wing mirrors with the oncoming traffic!
Anyway, the problem arised that our road out of our land no longer met the government road at an easy angle, in fact we ended up with about an 8" step.
So, after the wife had fell off the motorbike on her arse, when she tried to stop at the top and the bike (having no front brake) toppled back on her. I suggested we get a bit of stone to fill in the difference.
"Oh Yes" she cried, "that will be fantastic my love" she cried.
So, I asked her to get a lorry load of stone on either saturday or sunday morning, when I don't need to take the car out and can spread the stones without it being disturbed.
"Yes Darling..No problem!"
Saturday morning...no lorry, sat. afternoon, no lorry!
Sunday morning, no lorry, so at 1pm I make a sarcastic remark about the lack of gravel!
5PM she phones the fucking lorry company up and orders 3 cubic metres of stone.
It arrives at about six, so I am out with the kobock trying to level it, it is full of water as it has just been dug out of the Ping.
It's now dark and the idiots decide they need to go to the shop, you can here the revving of the motorbike as it digs itself into about a foot of wet gravel and mud! How I chuckle as I watch them trying to push their motorbikes out of this quicksand of gravel.
The whole idea was to get the stones in the morning so I could level it and then let it bake hard in the sun...but oh no..that was too fucking easy!
If I had had any sense, I should have just left the whole 3 cubic metres blocking the way in, then had an even better laugh watching them trying to get in and out!
