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Post by toff on Apr 20, 2012 8:44:57 GMT 1
A suprise gift from the Mrs......A new shed to put all of those 'Bloody planes' in, as she's fed up of them cluttering the house!   I'mahappychappy! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by ginginho on Apr 20, 2012 9:10:24 GMT 1
Nice one Toff. You need to get a comfy chair, some entertainment and a selection of tipples of your choice and you'll be sorted! "Just going to work on a model dear......"  |
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Post by SCC on Apr 20, 2012 9:46:44 GMT 1
I'm going to get one of them, but it is going to be a surprise gift from ME to the Mrs. |
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Post by john66 on Apr 20, 2012 13:46:19 GMT 1
ReeeeeeeeeeeZult! Nice one Toff! John |
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Post by renard80 on Apr 21, 2012 22:09:06 GMT 1
I have to say she's made a pretty good job of putting it together, Chris. Did she also put down the base herself? Just one small point: apparently she couldn't be bothered to carpet it for you, nor to lay in electricity in case you needed it. This denotes a certain slackness, for which I strongly recommend you take her to task.  |
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Post by toff on Apr 21, 2012 23:16:11 GMT 1
Ian, thank you for the suggestions. The total size of the shed is 2'6" wide by 6' tall and 6' wide. I am ( shoulder to shoulder) 24 inches wide. The phrase 'not enough space to swing a cat' springs to mind. This shed will hold airframes and wings only, transmitter and assorted bits'n'pieces will remain in the house. As a side note... will I need extra insurance in the (likely) event that some sort of delinquient will invade my property, and either A) steal my pride and joys, or (B) more likely destroy them once they realise the resale value is Nil... total cost is roughly 1700 quid so far. So, do I get seperate insurance? Is it worth it? Or does it count with house insurance? Ps: Showed this missive to the mrs....She's a midwife who does 3 or 4 12 hr night shifts per week, and I will not post the reply.... it was unfavourable to say the least, ( and she'd only done 3 nights......you got off light!) Sleep deprivation makes mild mannered people evil to say the least....... |
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Post by renard80 on Apr 22, 2012 0:45:43 GMT 1
Showed this missive to the mrs....She's a midwife who does 3 or 4 12 hr night shifts per week, and I will not post the reply.... it was unfavourable to say the least, ( and she'd only done 3 nights......you got off light!) Sleep deprivation makes mild mannered people evil to say the least....... OK, so she works 3 or 4 nights a week. That leaves at least 3 whole days, plus at least 12 hours of daylight on her working days. Plenty of time to get those jobs done! My old mum worked seven nights a week down the pit, shovelling coal. Plus her day job in the slaughterhouse. AND she raised 14 kids, besides knitting balaclavas and socks for the troops. House was as clean as a new pin, we could have eaten our food off the floor, if only we had some. Dad thought she was a treasure, and told her so every time he came home from the pub. Women today don't know they're born. (PS: Do NOT give your missus any indication of where I live. Please . . . ) |
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Post by toff on Apr 22, 2012 10:16:54 GMT 1
LOL!!!!!
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Post by john66 on Apr 22, 2012 10:52:31 GMT 1
Showed this missive to the mrs....She's a midwife who does 3 or 4 12 hr night shifts per week, and I will not post the reply.... it was unfavourable to say the least, ( and she'd only done 3 nights......you got off light!) Sleep deprivation makes mild mannered people evil to say the least....... OK, so she works 3 or 4 nights a week. That leaves at least 3 whole days, plus at least 12 hours of daylight on her working days. Plenty of time to get those jobs done! My old mum worked seven nights a week down the pit, shovelling coal. Plus her day job in the slaughterhouse. AND she raised 14 kids, besides knitting balaclavas and socks for the troops. House was as clean as a new pin, we could have eaten our food off the floor, if only we had some. Dad thought she was a treasure, and told her so every time he came home from the pub. Women today don't know they're born. (PS: Do NOT give your missus any indication of where I live. Please . . . ) LOL! ;D Wow I dont like to say it Ian, but it sounds like your ol' mum had it easy....My Gran'ma did all the above + flew night time raids over Germany! Think about that! John For our newer readers... I have to compare my Grandparents to Renards Parents due to the absolutely gargantuan age difference between us!  |
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Post by renard80 on Apr 22, 2012 12:44:57 GMT 1
For our newer readers... I have to compare my Grandparents to Renards Parents due to the absolutely gargantuan age difference between us! Listen, sonny, if it hadn't been for my old mum and thousands like her down that mine, you would be wearing lederhosen and eating sauerkraut. She only ever took one day off work, on 6 June 1944, so she could lead the first assault on Sword Beach in Normandy. Jerry took to the hills in panic when she stormed ashore, still wearing her blood-soaked slaughterman's apron. Job done, she hitched a lift back to Blighty on an LCT, arriving home in time to prepare the bread and dripping for our tea before she had to clock on again for the night shift at the pit. Dad was so proud of her when he heard the news in the pub, he made sure he told everyone so they would buy him drinks. I remember them carrying him home in the early hours, still singing "Hitler Has Only Got One Ball". Mum's D-Day exploits were shamefully covered up by the military, who wanted all the glory for themselves. That's why she isn't mentioned in the history books. And another thing - what's all this to do with Toff's shed anyway? ;D ;D |
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Post by toff on Apr 22, 2012 20:25:22 GMT 1
I think thats the beauty of this forum.......starts with a shed, and ends with renards mum saving private ryan! Class!
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Post by john66 on Apr 22, 2012 21:23:15 GMT 1
For our newer readers... I have to compare my Grandparents to Renards Parents due to the absolutely gargantuan age difference between us! Listen, sonny, if it hadn't been for my old mum and thousands like her down that mine, you would be wearing lederhosen and eating sauerkraut. She only ever took one day off work, on 6 June 1944, so she could lead the first assault on Sword Beach in Normandy. Jerry took to the hills in panic when she stormed ashore, still wearing her blood-soaked slaughterman's apron. Job done, she hitched a lift back to Blighty on an LCT, arriving home in time to prepare the bread and dripping for our tea before she had to clock on again for the night shift at the pit. Dad was so proud of her when he heard the news in the pub, he made sure he told everyone so they would buy him drinks. I remember them carrying him home in the early hours, still singing "Hitler Has Only Got One Ball". Mum's D-Day exploits were shamefully covered up by the military, who wanted all the glory for themselves. That's why she isn't mentioned in the history books. And another thing - what's all this to do with Toff's shed anyway? ;D ;D That really is a great and very moving story Ian, and your Dad comes across as the real hero, bravely holding everything together on the home front, while his wife was off galavanting around northern Europe, never knowing when or if she'd (thats nearly shed!)be home for tea! John |
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Post by toff on Apr 22, 2012 22:54:05 GMT 1
I think it's a great and moving story of a man who came up with a great wheeze to get free beer!
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Post by john66 on Apr 22, 2012 23:40:27 GMT 1
I think it's a great and moving story of a man who came up with a great wheeze to get free beer! I wonder if he had a shed?  I knew we could pull it back! ;D John |
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Post by renard80 on Apr 23, 2012 1:41:18 GMT 1
I wonder if he had a shed? Funny you should mention that, John. Yes indeed, the old man did have a shed at the bottom of the garden. He called it The Retreat, a place where he could escape Mum's incessant demands on his body. I remember it well: his whisky-still bubbling away gently in one corner, the well-thumbed copy of Health and Efficiency open at his favourite page, and the mole skins stretched to dry over his wood-burning stove. Dad's skill as a mole-catcher was legendary. When sober (perhaps once a month), he could trap up to twenty a day. But he could never bring himself to despatch them, a task undertaken with relish by Mum. She was known as Molly the Mole-Strangler in our neighbourhood. Truth to tell, her motive was to obtain a ready supply of cheap meat to feed her growing brood (us kids). Previously, she would steal the occasional piece of offal from the slaughterhouse until discovered by her foreman, who suggested certain favours in return for his silence. The shocked hospital nurses said they had never seen such hideous facial injuries, nor a groin so mangled from just one upward knee thrust. Suffice to say, we kids were the envy of our friends for eating prime chicken all through the war. Only later did we discover that the "chicken" was in fact mole-meat. But I have to say it tasted mighty good, and to this day I cannot pass a molehill without experiencing a pang of nostalgic hunger. Dad's shed didn't survive the War. He had built it over the gas main, which became weakened by a Jerry bomb. Thinking he smelled gas one night, Dad lit a match to investigate. They found his left arm two streets away. Let's hope Toff's shed doesn't meet an equally untimely fate. |
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